My Tribue to a famous actor who died...

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Vivek laid on the bed to rest for a while. It was around 6 PM, and Tushar just sat on a chair trying to think and understand and accept the reality. Like the sand falling off from a tight grip, the time was slipping away. Tushar could do nothing about that. Tushar loved watching sun sets. And it was about time for another one. But Tushar had no wish to see it demise off the horizons.
Vivek was done with most of his packing. All the very important journals and files suddenly had no meaning. Vivek’s hostel room had three boxes of garbage, most of that were books. Vivek and Tushar became good friends lately after a few clashes they had because of some misunderstandings. Vivek never really cared or made an attempt to bridge the gaps, but Tushar always wanted to get back to Vivek and he did everything he could. On this mid May evening, most of Vivek’s hostel mates had already left the hostel and went back to their places. Vivek had some issues with his reservation, and Tushar could never leave Vivek alone, he knew how Vivek hated being alone.
Suddenly, Vivek’s cell phone rang. Tushar grabbed it from the desk and reached Vivek. Vivek picked up the phone and started talking. It was some one from his place in Northern India, asking him, how they could go about picking him up from the railway station when he reaches there. The conversation had been going on for about ten minutes and it was still going well. Vivek was laughing and joking. Tushar gave that a blind eye. He wanted Vivek to be a little sad. Sad for he was leaving not only the College and the hostel, but also city and he may never come back. Tushar instantly corrected himself, Vivek could always come back, but he felt sad that Vivek would never be that hostel boy any more. Tushar tried to hide his sadness. He asked Vivek if he needed some coffee, turning back at him. Vivek said yes. They smoked while they had some coffee. By then it was 7.
Vivek called for a cab, and brought the entire luggage down the building with Tushar. They kept the bags in the bunk and strode off for Bombay Central terminal, from where he was suppose to take the train. The silence fell on both of them again. The only sound in the car was that of the car and the radio. The radio played one of the most romantic songs. Vivek started going back in some memories he wanted to avoid. He asked the driver to change the station. But then there was nothing good going on anywhere. So they decided to switch the radio off and the silence became even more prominent. Tushar kept thinking about Vivek. He had started getting a bit emotional. He was left only with memories that he had to cherish now. There weren’t going to be anymore realities now.
The cab entered the railway station soon. Vivek and Tushar got the luggage out. They still had some time, so they decided to go to a railway fast food place and picked up some take away for Vivek and they started walking towards the platform. Vivek held the luggage trolley and Tushar held the food. Vivek wanted to confirm his seat, so he left the trolley with Tushar and went to check the notice board. Tushar took a seat on a bench. He was silent once again. He was running out of words. He could no more think logically. The emotions had taken over and it was a major struggle to conceal the inner feelings and put up a happy face. He never knew acting, he never could. Tushar was the truest person. Engrossed in his thoughts, the taken away coke slipped out of his hands and fell on the station platform. Vivek got back just by then. In a microsecond, Tushar got back his conscience, and got up. Vivek asked him, if he was alright, and told him that he was going to get another drink.
Just as when Vivek got back from the stall, the train arrived on the platform. People crowded on the compartment’s doors to get their luggage and themselves in. Vivek rushed in as well. Vivek was behaving like just any other traveler, trying to sprint things out. Tushar helplessly stood out of the train, still holding the take away food in a paper bag. In some time, the door was no more that crowded, but stood there a girl crying her tears and holding her mother’s hand. Tushar could completely relate to that girl. Just by then Vivek seemed to have done keeping his bags in place, and came out to say a final goodbye to Tushar. Tushar looking at Vivek felt a little alive. He had thought that Vivek completely forgot him. He raised his hand and gave away the food in his hands to Vivek. Vivek stepped out of the train and took the bag from Tushar’s hands. Tushar sensed that something had changed inside Vivek. Vivek, in the most illegible way erupted one word, ‘Goodbye’ and hugged Tushar. ‘Goodbye’ said Tushar as well. Tushar realized that Vivek was in tears before him. Even before they could say anything more than just goodbyes, the train gave out a loud whistle. And Vivek rushed back into the train. And within moments the train was gone; it took away Vivek along and left Tushar with only memories. Memories only to cherish.