Tulika B Mukherjee
My friend you were, you are, you'll always be,
In every giggle, glance, and silent plea.
I miss those moments, loud and light,
Your presence made dull days feel just right —
Like that blink of an eye that said, “Let's flee!”
Books to the shoulder, a ponytail yank,
Laughing mid-lecture, no one to thank.
“You okay?” you’d ask after hitting me hard,
With a scale! And then scribble a "sorry" on my card.
You were mischief — with top rank!
Studious and smart — that was your face,
But I knew the rebel behind that grace.
The smirk, the sass, the winks mid-class,
The “Will-sit-tomorrow” soft bypass…
You were a tornado in a tidy case.
On my worst days, with anger and tears,
You showed up, always, to fight off fears.
Before I could sulk, you’d say with flair,
“Snap out of it! Let’s eat your tiffin, I swear!”
And just like that — sunshine appears.
I never thought of days without you,
You were my madness and my glue.
Now silence sits where laughter grew,
And school’s a photo — missing its hue.
Yet somehow, you still get me through.
I do miss our stretch of crime and fun,
Of borrowed pens and skipping run.
But thanks for the chaos and smiles you shared,
The times you pushed, pulled, teased, and cared —
You make solitude feel… almost won.
Still, in my laughs, your echo stays near,
In every memory, you reappear.
Though life has marched and time has flown,
That special corner is yours alone.
For some bonds don’t fade — they just hum quietly on.