12th October 2015

So finally here is the last part of the BFF series, this time it is a happy ending :D Do like my page www.facebook.com/authorvishal​ and if you like this, Probably you will like my book First Love Matters, so Does the Second​ even more, check it out on amazon.in BEST FRIENDS FOREVER?? (FINAL PART) Death is like a joke—it feels like itself only when it comes in front of you as a surprise. There is no amusement in it when you know that how and when you are going to die. “Blood cancer, last stage, can do nothing about it now.” Ankit answered the unanswered silence which had captured Alia for a long time. She didn’t speak a single word since after Ankit told her about his disease. He was speaking about his death so casually that it felt like he was playing some kind of prank on her. But Ankit was in no position to play games with someone. “This is why I wanted to go away from you and from this city Alia, you remind me of the happiness and good things I had done in my life and it makes me feel like God is doing something wrong by putting me on this condition. I don’t want to die like a handicap in front of you and my family Alia. I want a lonely death.” Ankit added. Still, there was no reply from her. Alia’s silence was irritating him. He wanted her to speak—he wanted Alia to cry, to make him stop from going away…but she was standing there, almost lifeless. “Please say something Alia.” He said to her, almost in agitation. “Marry me.” Ankit heard a whisper which sounded like these two words. “What?” “I said MARRY ME.” Alia replied in a loud voice, loud enough to make Ankit silent for a moment. “Are you out of your mind? Do you think that it is some kind of a joke going on around here, Alia? I AM NOT JOKING, if it is still not clear to you.” Ankit screamed in loudest of his voice. He was trying hard to give an explanation about why he is going away from her and there she was, joking around about marriage. “Going far away from me and your family won’t make you live, Ankit. It will make things worse. I love you, Ankit…my love is not conditional. It doesn’t come with a clause that I am supposed to leave you when you are going to die. Everybody dies, but not everyone dies alone…in fact, you cannot die alone. Even the loneliest of person needs somebody to perform the funeral.” Alia replied. “So you want to perform my funeral.” Ankit snapped at her, he was surrounded by so much of his own pessimism that he wasn’t realizing that going away from Alia would just make him grow fond of his death sooner, nothing else. “I want to be with you till your funeral.” Alia said to Ankit and held his hand. For the first time in weeks, Alia warm and compassionate touch made him feel like he was still alive. “But you are not thinking practically Alia, after I am gone, you will be a widow…and this is not our age to marry. We are not outside our teenage properly, I will get jailed.” Ankit replied to Alia, to which she couldn’t stop smiling. “Practicality is not everything Ankit. If life goes on the basis of practicality, you would be the boyfriend of my cousin sister, I would be hundreds of kilometers away from this city and we would not be doing this discussion right now, and who needs a license for a marriage, idiot? I wasn’t talking about the ‘actual marriage’. Just Promise me that you would be with me till your last breath and we are done here.” Alia replied and hugged him. Ankit went silent for some moments. “What is there to think for Ankit? I am not even asking for an actual marriage.” Alia asked him while she was still in his arms. It was now Ankit whose silence was building up the tension of the room. “Say something Ankit.” “Will you live your rest of the life with me, till the last breath?” Alia asked. “Till the last breath.” Ankit replied, both smiled and they kissed…