4 years back when the incident happened, I had no senses working, I lost it all. At the time, it was the first time in my life that I had lost everything, including hope. We suffered a streak of qualms -- we thought for a life -- which we thankfully could recover. That day, I called December 19th a black day in my life, a day that left us all paralyzed.
What happened? A friend of mine, a friend to all, our dear Laxman left us all. An accident that gave a shock of our lives and took him away. An year later I wrote this.
Today, Amarnath or the one whom we sweetly call katharnak wrote his account of recall in memory of laxman. He is the brave survivor of the incident, he was there and the only one with the first hand account. I had wished he didn't remember what happenned, in a way; I wish he didn't have the pain.
For myself, I recollect how I did not tell anybody at home as to what happened and made it look like just another day, when it was not so. I did not tell at home what had happened for over 24 hrs but my face showed it. I think it was after 2 days when my dad and sister asked me what had happened and that day the way I broke down in front of them, I never saw anything like that again.
Everytime we try to articulate what we feel about that incident we are always short of words -- always!
Before gods and my friends stop me, and before I start eating myself for being short of words -- I stop this post.
Love you Laxman.
We all love you.
