Ok guys, since we now have lots of suspense sorrounding Navin's death and the whole Raj-Naina hatred in LRL, I thought of writing something.. it has been so long (a week!) since I wrote, so i don;t know if i have gone out of touch; but this has no romance in it. It is only talking about the thoughts of Capt. Rajveer minutes after killing his best friend:
It's amazing that a bullet shot on your chest doesn't bleed much. At least, that's what I can say according to my experience. I could only see two drops of blood oozing out, the rest clotting around his shirt and making a red damp spot.
I am still in shock; and I think it's almost ten minutes after I shot him. I still have the gun in my hand, and my feet haven't moved an inch. The only change in my posture had been the effort to turn around and look at him; his face, however, showed no expression whatsoever.
They say that sometimes when you have everything you could possibly want, God forgets to give you some small things which matter the most. It was the same in my case; I came from a good family, I had supportive parents and I always got what I wanted. In the back of my heart, somewhere I wanted a friend who would understand me. There was always a corner of my heart which needed a friend; a corner which yearned for a friend. At the back of my mind, I always knew that a corner of my heart was fulfilled when I saw Navin for the first time.
We were roommates, not that we liked each other at the beginning. But he was a sportsman. As summer went by and lead to winter, and spring came again, he never changed. He was a constant in my life; the kind of constant you get used to. I, too, got addicted to him. I loved him as a friend, and whatever I would do, I would share it with him. He had an incredible zest for life, and he took everything with practicality. He would not console you if you were in pain, he would just laugh and say, "Well, you know, I bet that hurts." You couldn't help but laugh in his company. He was perfect.
I still remember him telling me once, when we were jogging on a field for our military training, "You know, this is what I love about the Army. It is so unpredictable that it is perfect." That day, I didn't know that he was defining himself. It is ironic that I could sum him up in one sentence mere minutes after his death. He was so unpredictable that he was perfect.
I had always done everything he wanted me to. He never asked for favors, he just asked for it, and me being forever indebted, gave it to him. I felt a certain kind of debt towards him, for coming into my life like a zealous sunflower promising never to wilt. Today, he wanted me to kill him. For the last time in my life, I repaid my debt to that man.
Navin Singh Ahluwalia came into my life as an addictive distraction from the military and personal problems, with a baseball cap in hand, and with a cheerful smile on his face which was terribly contagious. Today, he went away from my life with the same amount of enthusiasm and encouragement, but on his path, blew away the small ray of hope which had started to grow inside me.
As I stand here amongst these green forests, it suddenly hit me with such force that I almost fell over.
I killed my best friend.
Well, hope you like it. Please do reply :)
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