"As usual, all of us friends were together, until we briefly drifted to our own corners. I shared something playfully with someone — just a joke. Then, out of nowhere, someone special looked at me and asked, 'Are you like him?' And I’m sure you can guess who that someone might have been — or what he might have meant. A little while later, it was time for everyone to head home. But the whole time, I kept wondering
what should I have said?
What was the right answer? I didn’t know, because honestly, I was confused myself. I didn’t know what people were thinking, what stories they were making up, or even what was really happening. Still, in the middle of all those thoughts, one thing stayed with me — that moment of sitting beside him for the first time. Maybe not the last, but definitely the first — and for me, it was beautiful. But his question… I still don’t know why he asked. Maybe there was something he was feeling too. And yet, somehow, people’s words turned it all into a quiet 'yes' — a yes I never actually said. I didn’t know how to answer. And maybe… maybe he asked that question because something had already started to change."
Everyone started treating it as the truth but for me ,it was still, something I was not ready to accept so easily.
But after some days . I thankfully to god .
Because,
"A few days after that, I got to know that the one who had asked me that question… was starting a new chapter in his life. And somehow, he had made it. He was doing well.
I thought about it — and honestly, a part of me felt happy. Maybe it was good that destiny said 'yes' to him. Because if it had been me, maybe we would’ve ruined the friendship we had.
There were a few things some real, deep parts of my life, that could have messed things up for both of us.
That moment we shared… it mattered to me. But later, I felt at peace knowing it didn’t turn into something else.
If I had said 'no' clearly back then, maybe the story would’ve gone differently — and not in a good way.
You know how they say — it’s better to feel a little discomfort now than regret later. I guess, that’s exactly what happened .
Let’s talk about the person who had asked that question.
We’ll come to what that ‘yes’ really meant — and why — in the end.
But one day, he joined that sender — probably choosing to let go of old dreams and accepting something new.
You know how people become friends through shared silence, through shared moments —
and somehow, they did become friends. Good ones.
They all treated each other with respect, and over time, some of them settled into their lives.
The conversations became fewer, but a certain circle always stayed —
like a quiet, positive aura that never really left.
That boy... he’s still carrying some part of that journey.
Maybe wondering if he had said everything at the right time back then.
But today, he’s a successful businessman.
He once said,
'I had to let go of a lot of things in order to accept something new.'
And I always believed he would do something great in life.
Because somewhere deep down…
he really did inspire me.
That day, if there had been any other answer instead of that quiet 'yes',
maybe it would’ve distracted him —
because all he really wanted was a little clarity,
just to know if something was actually coming his way or not.
And somehow, in the middle of all the fun and jokes,
he ended up accepting that ‘yes’ too.
But the good thing is… even today, we’re still good friends.
Because he knows how the public loves to turn small things into drama.
Maybe… just like I was confused,
he was confused too.
And honestly, I’m glad he was
because believing in the wrong thing and making it your reality
can stop you from moving forward.
If he had taken it all as real, and gotten hurt by it,
maybe he would’ve never grown, never moved on.
We used to escape everyday life and responsibilities through small journeys — little adventures.
Our very first destination was quite far, but our journey began from Lucknow — the city of dreams.
That’s where our train was supposed to leave from, but it got delayed.
So, we ended up staying two days in a hotel there.
We could’ve taken that past incident — the whole yes-or-no thing — more seriously,
maybe even too deeply.
We could’ve been a little immature about it.
But I’m glad we didn’t.
And maybe that’s why, we’re still the same today —
just like we were back then.
And now, as we head out on this trip,
both of us want to carry the same mindset,
the same friendship,
just like before.
"Our journey began from Lucknow.
But things didn’t go exactly as planned — our train got delayed,
and we had to stay in the city for a while.
We checked into a hotel, thinking it would just be for a night.
The next day, we decided to go out and explore Lucknow a little.
But just as we stepped out, the sky opened up — heavy rain poured down.
And soon enough, we were stuck.
The hotel we were staying in was right across from a large drain,
which had now overflowed completely.
The whole area was waterlogged —
every street, every corner was flooded.
We had nowhere to go but wait it out,
soaked and laughing at how day one of our trip had turned into an unexpected mini-adventure.
Then we called the hotel we were originally staying at.
We told them we had stepped out, and now couldn’t make our way back because of the water.
Apparently, many others were stuck too.
They told us not to worry —
that we could collect our document pouch later, once the water levels went down.
So for the time being, they suggested we shift to the hotel across the street for about ten days,
since that was the only area still accessible.
But by the time we got there, only one room was available —
because the main access road to that hotel was still open,
so a lot of people had already moved there.
We didn’t get separate rooms,
and although we were all a bit different in our ways,
we stayed together there for the next 15–16 days.
Once we got settled into the new hotel, things slowly started to feel a little better.
Luckily, there were a few doctors and medical staff staying at the hotel too,
and that turned out to be a blessing.
Earlier, when the area in front of our old hotel had flooded badly,
it caused a lot of panic and rush.
People were running in every direction, and in the middle of that chaos, we got hurt.
I had a few bruises on my hands and feet — not too serious,
but enough to make things uncomfortable.
Lucky, who was with me, was injured even more —
his pain was visible, and it slowed him down a lot.
Looking back now, even if we had managed to return to our original hotel,
we wouldn’t have been in the right shape — physically or mentally — to continue the journey.
So maybe this was how it was meant to be.
Maybe this pause was necessary.
And honestly, the way the hotel staff and doctors helped us,
we felt cared for —
like someone, somewhere, was still watching over us."
"Somewhere along the way, both of us started doing these little things for each other —
things that might seem small, but meant a lot.
For a couple of days, the bed I was using in the room was right in front of the door.
So whenever someone came — whether it was the person delivering tiffin, milk,
or even just dropping off a parcel —
I was the one directly in front of them.
And you know how some people are…
their eyes often carry more assumptions than intentions.
They come to do their job, but sometimes, the way they look makes you uncomfortable —
as if they’re seeing something that’s not even there.
So Lucky quietly suggested one day,
'Why don’t we switch beds?
You take mine, I’ll take yours.'
And that small gesture…
said a lot without needing many words."
Evening had set in by then, and the doctor staff at the hotel already knew we were injured.
So they came over to help and began proper dressing for our wounds.
I agreed to get mine treated, but Lucky wasn’t letting them touch his injuries.
He kept saying it’s nothing — even though his hand was clearly hurt worse than mine.
That’s just how he was a little introverted.
He didn’t like asking for help or even accepting it,
even though he always took care of himself.
He was that kind of person someone who quietly managed his pain,
and never wanted to feel like he was a burden.
But he was kind, and thoughtful always.
One of the doctors even said,
'If you're his friend, just keep this medicine with you.
If he ever asks for it later, give it to him.'
They did my dressing properly almost insisted on it —
but Lucky walked away with his wounds untouched.
That was just him.
So many moments, so many little things happened along the way.
We learned a lot through this adventure — about ourselves, about life.
We visited so many places, went trekking,
and even had our fair share of struggles
like how we got our pouches and documents back,
when we finally left the hotel,
and all the unexpected incidents in between.
There’s so much more to tell…
but the story is already getting long.
So we’ll stop here for now .
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