Letter to a Friend Faraway
Dear Supriti,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. My fellow readers might think me to be crazy but I am not. They might say that there is no point in wishing you good health because you are already gone- but you haven't. For me you have just got a transfer to a faraway place (somewhere we are not allowed to go) because you yourself had written the application for a transfer. Wherever you are, be happy (which you were not when alive) and may you find mental peace.
I'll keep it short, else this letter will never end. I don't remember exactly when we started talking, but this much I know that our friendship started weaving in class eight, in class nine the threads had woven into a beautiful shawl, and in class ten this shawl kept our secrets under cover. Supriti, do you remember that day at the end of class nine when Sneha recited her poem, I sang my self-composed song and you sang your original song 'Alone'? We were sitting on the last benches, Akhanksha( forgive me if I misspelled your name), you and me, and you appreciated my song so heartily. From that day onwards we started connecting through music. Later, you were the one who introduced me to the Smule app and finally when I installed it in class ten, you were so happy! I won't ever stop calling you Shuupreetii in place of Supriti because I know that is what irritated you the most.
Everything about you had an edge in it. If I were to start with your physical aspects, your model-like figure, your voice, your bob-cut hair.... Everything! Your personality was way better than the average girls' but I'm not sure whether I had ever told you this. If I had not, then I am saying it now; you were a charming person. You always inspired us and no, I'm not flattering you or boasting about you. Now when I'm writing this letter to you, your memories are making me smile. I have been writing this letter from the 29th of last month(the day you left us) and I'm still writing it because whenever I do so I indulge in deep thoughts; thoughts which only you would understand.
We really miss you in school these days and every time I'm writing someone's diary I have just one thought in my mind: I did not fill your diary. I remember you begging me to do so but I made excuses every time, so I could not write anything more than your misspelled name... On the day we had spoke to each other for the last time before you went I remember vividly the way you had told me to write in your diary. Probably it was the only thing in years that you had asked me to do, and I didn't pay attention to it when I should've. Anyway, a seat has been kept for you in our classroom and though you don't sit there anymore I feel your presence whenever I glance at it.
In school, whenever I miss you badly I pay a visit to the place I had clicked pretty group photos of you and few of our other friends, that is the area just beside the main gate, surrounding the children's park. When I go there, alone, I try talking to you and it really feels like you're listening to me. Over there, I have sung so many songs of your liking and have composed many more in your memory. If only you had lived to enjoy the very last day in school! Supriti dear, I don't want to talk about your miseries but I believe you would have had some better days if only you had lived long enough to have some more quality time with us!
I am going to miss you terribly on our farewell day and on our yet to come excursion trip. But remember that I haven't forgiven you for not sending me the picture we both had clicked, posing on the stairs our school corridor. And, you're selfish. You did not think about the plans we had made about having our own YouTube channel and setting up our partnership business. Now who is going to take over your place? Is anybody going to? Ever??
Everything about you had an edge in it. If I were to start with your physical aspects, your model-like figure, your voice, your bob-cut hair.... Everything! Your personality was way better than the average girls' but I'm not sure whether I had ever told you this. If I had not, then I am saying it now; you were a charming person. You always inspired us and no, I'm not flattering you or boasting about you. Now when I'm writing this letter to you, your memories are making me smile. I have been writing this letter from the 29th of last month(the day you left us) and I'm still writing it because whenever I do so I indulge in deep thoughts; thoughts which only you would understand.
We really miss you in school these days and every time I'm writing someone's diary I have just one thought in my mind: I did not fill your diary. I remember you begging me to do so but I made excuses every time, so I could not write anything more than your misspelled name... On the day we had spoke to each other for the last time before you went I remember vividly the way you had told me to write in your diary. Probably it was the only thing in years that you had asked me to do, and I didn't pay attention to it when I should've. Anyway, a seat has been kept for you in our classroom and though you don't sit there anymore I feel your presence whenever I glance at it.
In school, whenever I miss you badly I pay a visit to the place I had clicked pretty group photos of you and few of our other friends, that is the area just beside the main gate, surrounding the children's park. When I go there, alone, I try talking to you and it really feels like you're listening to me. Over there, I have sung so many songs of your liking and have composed many more in your memory. If only you had lived to enjoy the very last day in school! Supriti dear, I don't want to talk about your miseries but I believe you would have had some better days if only you had lived long enough to have some more quality time with us!
I am going to miss you terribly on our farewell day and on our yet to come excursion trip. But remember that I haven't forgiven you for not sending me the picture we both had clicked, posing on the stairs our school corridor. And, you're selfish. You did not think about the plans we had made about having our own YouTube channel and setting up our partnership business. Now who is going to take over your place? Is anybody going to? Ever??
Now, all I can really do is to ask you to be with me so that I can feel your presence. I know this letter will remain unanswered, but I also know that you are reading this and feeling like returning once again; but you can't. I pray to the Almighty above so that at least these words may reach you. Let our souls stay connected through music.❤
Just that you were here, and today you're just faraway... Far, far away from us.
You will always be my dear 'Shupreeti'. 💟😊
Yours lovingly,
Sinchita
Addressed to: Supriti Banerjee (7th March, 2002 to 29th November, 2017)
You will always be my dear 'Shupreeti'. 💟😊
Yours lovingly,
Sinchita
Addressed to: Supriti Banerjee (7th March, 2002 to 29th November, 2017)
