It was unusual day of monsoon, it was partly clouded, partly sunny, it didn't drizzle but it was cold.
After walking for about 3kms I reached near her college. My throat was dry and scratchy while I have been walking. I knew a cafe existed somewhere near , a cafe I have been hearing about since few years in stories of my friend but never had the opportunity to visit, and now I am so close to this cafe and the college but my friend has already left it. She is gone somewhere and I don't even know where. Some people in all of our lives are like wind, we never know where they are coming from and where they going to, but for the time they are around the feeling is exhilarating. And it is said so that everyone has their reasons; she might have had some of her own. One way or the other I was missing her, I was not very close to her and had met her few times over 5 years, but a good friend is a good friend and it doesn’t matter how many times you met someone, you do miss a friend if it meant anything at all.
