On December 26, 2004 I got a call from the brother of a man that I loved and that I will always. I asked him how he is doing and he said "not good." I asked him what happened and he said "Haritha is no more." I fell to my knees with sorrow.
The times that I spent with her were great and bad. She told me once that she was not going to live past 18 years old and that she was going to die alone. I always told her that's not true. You are going to live a long life and we will be as friends forever....hmmmm she's dead and today is her birthday
She is my best chum in my school days. She was a good soft spoken gal. She was talented and intelligent. She could see people for who they really were. She could tell if you were a dishonest person. She was kind and gentle and funny.
I remember one time she gave a homeless man a hamburger and 50 rupees. I also remember one time I got so angry about something and she just giggled and said in a soft voice "Hey, calm down calm down it's ok." I was so stubborn to see her efforts for me.you guys wouldnt have seen me as a good blogger now without her assistance.Though Im a chauvanist i have strong belief that she is my boss. I always demanded more from her than she could give. The last time I heard her voice was on a phone and all she said was "I miss you man." I miss her feel for me and I miss her laugh . I miss seeing her beside me. She knew how to dance and I love to see that.
I LOST HER , CAN YOU GET HER BACK FOR ME?
I'M NOT GREED by Santhosh Sagar N is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 India License.
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