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I am an NRI, was going to do to my BBA in one of the most reputable colleges in India. After staying in Canada for most of my life, my life took an unexpected turn, and took me to Bangalore. It was a different experience altogether, Although I have visited the city before, but never actually lived there. Living and visiting are always two different things. But i was ready to take on this adventure of mine. My name is Aaliya, and this is my story.

I enter my classroom on the first day of college. I quickly sit in an empty chair and I realize that I was seated next to a guy.. A fair, skinny boy, whom I never thought would be my best friend, I never thought he is going to take the next 3 years of my life into an magical experience.

His name was Mohammed. The interesting part is that we hardly used to talk until the second year. I sure was a social person, I love to make friends, but Mohammed was shy. Quiet, simple , he was different. At first we used to be acquaintances, I would borrow his pen, or at times tell him to get my book from class while I skip my class. He was an loyal ''classmate''.

It was second year, we had to work together on the same project. We started the regular calling, texts to talk about our project. When I got to know him even more, I realized that he had never had a good friend. He was this down to earth family orientated Muslim boy. I guess that was one of the reasons why I fell in love with him. He stayed in Bangalore all his life, but yet never really saw the city.

So somehow I entered his life, showed him how to live. (That's what he says). Can you believe the last movie that he saw in theatre was Titanic. Being an movie buff I could not believe, and dragged him for our first movie. From our first movie, we started to have our many ''firsts'' Our first pani puri, our first train ride, our first drive, our first eat out at an dhaba. etc As we became closer, we relized that both of us were opposites. Thus came our first fight. It wasn't pretty, but we used to solve them. The arguments kept coming along with the magnet of attraction.

He would not like me talking to other boys. Jealousy is always a common emotion that makes us realize the love for a person. And jealousy struck him first, at one point he did not want to confess how he felt, infact he wanted to end the friendship abruptly. I did not feel that was right, and for me friendship is one of the most important thing in my life. I pestered him, until he finally confessed that he had feelings for me.

I was surprised, happy, but sad at the same time. Because I know that my stay in Bangalore was just short one, and I know that I would be leaving back to Canada. I thought about it alot, and realized that it wont work out, because we are just too different. And it will be hard for us to live with each other in the future. He wanted a simple girl who would be at home and look after the family (India). I on the other hand, wanted to work, and go ahead in my career of course in Canada. Both of us were right in our own places. We promised each other that we would be best friends.

Now comes the hard part, we all graduated, it was time for me to go back. It was hard for me to leave him. My best friend, who took care of me when i was sick, who used to acknowledge my family as his own. It was time for me to say good bye, it was hard, but thanks to the Internet we always knew we would keep in touch.

I get back to my routine life in Canada, trying for jobs and getting used to my social life. Keeping in touch with Mohammad through facebook, phones, webcam etc, Regardless of our frequent ego's and fights I knew I was attached to him. Eventually, I fell in love with him, and now I had to tell him.

One year later,Being the filmy person I am, I decided to surprise him by going to Banglore. I wanted to confess that I could not live without him. Just before I entered my flight, I spoke to him, and that was the last time I heard his voice. I landed in Bangalore in the wee hours, my cousins and couple of my good friends, arrived and told me that Mohammad had met with an accident and he past away few hours ago. I was numb, speechless, and shocked. All I thought about was, I wish I could tell him how much I loved him.

It has been 3 years now, but not even once I felt that I lived without his presence. He will always be with me forever, Not all love stories have an happy ending, but I believe Allah (God) will reunite us again in the hereafter.

Never ever let your ego's or anger come between the love for a person.

Thanks for the read,

Regards,

Aaliya Amreen