I can't think of a title that befits this post.

I typed out a long post that has been on my mind lately. And contrary to what happens to some other posts I type up, this one did not disintegrate into a white page. I still have it, but I think its too me-centric, rather than the person who it was meant to be about.
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A dear friend of mine leaves today. Nihal is his name. He's not leaving me, infact I left him long ago. But he is leaving Canada, a place where I had hoped to see him sometime in the near future.
This morning I tried to put into words what it meant to me to be his friend, but it didn't work. I tried to focus on the times we had, that too was too small a caption on too large a painting. I tried to talk about friendship in general, but it was too little. In fact, everything that has come to mind has been overshadowed by hundreds of other thoughts skimming through, trying to get attention themselves.

I tried writing stuff down, but I can't. I just can't make my fingers type out thoughts that say somethign about him, but it'll all be unfair. I can try and label him with words both positive and negative, but just like all my freinds, he is multi-dimensional, multi-talented and a person unworthy of characterisation.

All I can say is I'll miss him. Really really miss him. Especially now that I know that when I go back, I won't see him open the door with a wide grin. I won't have him stand by my side as I walk out and spark up. I won't listen to music sitting down in the living room strumming his black guitar. I won't have him just fill the silence with an awesome tune when no one has anything to say. I won't have him persuade me into doing something totally ridiculous, that I will regret later (re: cocopuffs). I won't have someone to watch movies with for the umpteenth time. I won't have someone to walk with on a midnight chocolate run. There are so many things that come to mind now, but its all memories. Memories don't live like people do, they always remember you, whether things are good or bad.

I knew that this day would come, that I would be far away when all my friends started to leave. Its happened with two of them already. But I really had hoped to see him before he left. Damn him for having the intelligence needed to pass courses without studying. Damn him for not being filthy rich, for not being callous enough to not care and stay another year at uni.

Nihal, you have been a friend, a confidant, a brother in more ways than one. For all that, and much more, thank you. I hope to catch you someday, somewhere along these dusty lanes we have chosen to travel.

Goodbye old friend, atleast for now.