This is not so long. Eleven years. I knew him since 1992. This was very old. I was in class 2nd. Then year 1999, I came Delhi. My train was late as usually Aligarh to New Delhi was a messy travel. This was the second time I went Aligarh. Noor uncle had sent two forms of Jamia Millia to us. The only reason I went Delhi. Don’t know at that time, the time was a turning point of my life.
He always wanted to make the family united. The family meant the Siddiqui family. Caring and Passionate. People with complains will have complain, but to stand on the edge of your thought is an act of courage, and he had. He had the smile, till his last day in this materialistic world, he was busy in work. Restless, working and helping.
Shad manzil. The name occupied my class 11th at Jamia. I was arrogant, complaining, and demanding. Like others overshadowed by demands. Those who don’t have the sense of sacrifice. This was somewhat new to me. Delhi was a big city for me. Noor Nagar extension was a small corner within. I saw people studying. I was having the hunger to prove me. To prove, I am the best. Most of us are demanding. We have expectations from other.
On the timescale, very fast, things are moving. Common is the events. People come, some goes. Memories builds, fades, vanish. We believe but some don’t. It hurts. Badly. We the homeless people of no fixed abode, create, realize, and then leave all what we earn. What we yearn? At last what we yearn?
Now he is on his way to the last journey, I feel the vacuum. Like I have lost a guardian. Not so deeply I realized when he was around. Not totally, but I idealize a lot from his personality. This is the curse of time, that tomorrow is worse than today. We believe in the last day, and I wish him to be accompanied by the Good souls.