On my birthday last month, my friend wished me good luck with such a heart-warming message and I the ultimate fool forgot his birthday. Well, I remembered, and I intended to call him up first thing in the morning, but then ‘the day’ happened and I forgot all about it. I just slipped. And the best part is I did not even remember this until 11:30 in the night. And then I grabbed my phone can called him instantly, simply apologizing. He did not mind, he said that he had been waiting for my call and had noticed that I hadn’t wished him yet. But still it was okay! So we had a good talk for a while and then we put off but I still did not like the fact that I forgot talking to him. While he on the other hand made it a point to call me at midnight, wrote me such a sweet text/poem. And what did I do? I forgot. Simple!
So I thought I’ll write him a poem or something, but then I realised that I don’t know what to write. What a shame!
So all I can say to him now is something like this,
Dear Yadu,
You are more capable than you think. And there is only one thing that I am waiting for you to do, write a book! You don’t give yourself enough credit for it, but you deserve every bit of it. You can really write a book which will be worth it, no matter what language you write in.
So may be very soon, eh?
I attach here the message he wrote me, and you can decide for yourself if he is capable or not. (Also I did a little translation in English which I am really not proud of. And I also know this is going to annoy him. He doesn’t like translations.)
Ek unsuljhi paheli, ek khamosh si kahani, ek mushqil sa sawal
Ye sab thi tum, aur shayad abhi bhi ho kisi k liye
Lekin jab jana to laga ye sab nahi ho tum,
Sirf ek acchi dost ho mere liye
Ek paheli nahi, paheliyo ka rasta ho tum
Khamosh kahani nahi ek bolti kitab ho tum,
Mushkil sawal nahi, un sawalo ka jawab ho tum
Beshaq alag ho tum, auro se bilkul alag,
Tabhi to shayad hazaroo ki bheed me tumhe pehchanna asan tha.
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An unsolved puzzle, a silent story, a difficult question,
You were all of these things to me,
May be you are still one of these things for someone else, but not me.
Now when I know you, you aren’t any of these things to me.
You are only a true friend for me.
You are not an unsolved puzzle, but the answers to all the puzzles.
Not a silent story, but you are a book with your own life story,
You are not a difficult question, but you are the answers to all the questions.
Of course you are totally different from others,
That is why may be it was way too easy for me to find you among the crowd of 1000s.
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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