"Don't worry bro. We'll keep on chatting through texts. I promise I'll text you daily." , replied Satyam.

The besties shared a hug at the airport as Nirvaan was departing for Los Angeles. The childhood buddies bid farewell to each other.

The first thing that Nirvaan did after reaching L.A. was to check his notification panel. A nil, he received.

With a slight smile, he satisfied himself saying that his friend would surely turn up to text him as soon as he gets time.

Days passed, then weeks, months, years eventually. The last time that Satyam talked to him was the day after he reached L.A. Nirvaan was so glad to receive a phonecall all the way back from India that day from Satyam.

After that day, all the hellos and take cares were never retorted back from Satyam's side. All this time, Nirvaan kept on giving himself hopes that his friend will reply someday.

When? He didn't know.

Satyam always saw those messages but he was way too busy in his life to reply his friend back.

But then, he stopped receiving those single-term messages from his friend back in the City of Angels.

Two months passed, not a single text from Nirvaan.

Satyam was worried. He thought his friend was ignoring him. He rang him on his cellphone but the call wasn't picked up.

He, then, decided to pay a visit to his stay at L.A. On his way, memories flashed by right to left in his mind. He was reminded of that text from Nirvaan inviting him for his birthday bash. Nirvaan also sent his address. That's exactly how he knew where Nirvaan lived in the city. However, Satyam never managed to attend the party. He was busy. Busy.

By the time he was recalling those memories, the flight, meanwhile, reached the City of Angels. He took a cab straight to his best friend's residence.

He was so curious to see him after such a long time.

He was warmly welcomed inside the house by Nirvaan's parents. They seemed happy to meet him after such a longing. But their faint smiles hid something.

After a few random conversations, Satyam came straight to the point. He started looking for Nirvaan.

He enquired, "Where is Nirvaan? I can't find him here. Is he not at home?"

The old lady's wrinkled eyes were wide open. In a deep manly voice, Nirvaan's dad asked him, "You really don't know where my son is ?"

Satyam was astonished at such a weird question. So weird is this! Him asking such a question from me. I was so far away, how would I know, he thought.

He asked, "Where is he?"

"Up there, on the ceiling. Have a look.",said Nirvaan's mom whose eyes were flooded.

"R.I.P. Nirvaan", he read aloud the words written over the ceiling wall with a big portrait of his friend sketched on the wall.

Ground swept off his feet. His world was shaken. Satyam was dumb-struck with ever flowing tears rolling down his cheeks.

How many times  does it happen when we miss our family gatherings or we don't bother to reply the texts from our friends, saying that we're busy?

What are we so busy at?
Doing nothing?
Time to wake up guys.
It's time to make memories with those who really care for us.
You never know whether you'll have a tomorrow together or not.