Every one wants a partner in crime. Though no crime may actually be involved but just knowing that a friend, a best friend, would be there ready to share your punishment, ready to take the blame! And life is so simple cause you have a person, in the same predicament, contemplating on the same choices, apprehensive about the same decisions, and skeptical of the happiness coming his/her way. Its like walking hand in hand towards the sun, just that there is no real hand holding involved.
I guess the worst part of growing up is that at each junction of life, you lose a co-passenger. Sometimes to distance, sometimes to fate, sometimes to time itself. And it leaves behind that void, the loss of a person who could be in your shoes and tell you that your socks smell bad! In short a person with whom you share life, not always by choice, but more so because your fates are intertwined in some unfathomable way. The presence of so many such people in the same predicament is what, I guess, makes school and college lives so easy, and professional life progressively harder. Chopra was my partner in crime since the time I can remember. Tomorrow, we'd have parted ways, to different paths. And though he is and shall remain my best friend for life, I'd miss the times when he made my part of the shit feel better just by telling he was in it too. All the best mate. Good luck and God bless. Love u!
