Death

Sometimes we make mistakes whose consequences we had to face in future and we regret, we wish, to change if somehow we can go back in time.

I too had wished many times to change what had happend but I failed. The mistake I did just to prove myself as a brave person in front of my friends, I regret it.

We four friends had witnessed something unreal what we believed before was just a story, and among us our friend kashif had witnessed something even more horrible.

We reached home from the tour we did to the nearby city on my bicycles. I went home as my parents were worried about me and decided to meet kashif the next day as soon as possible but our one wrong decision to visit that house with locked gates didn't gave us time to have our last conversation with our beloved friend Kashif.

I, early next morning went straight to Kashif's house but I was late, after a horrible night with bad dreams, I had to face much more worst.

The moment I rang the bell of Kashif's house I heard someone whispering in my ears to leave Kashif's house as soon as possible.....but I considered it as my faddism and continued ringing the bell.

After almost 20 minutes someone opened the door whom I was unable to recognise but the moment that person standing in front of me spoke, I was shocked as the voice was of Kashif.

I took a few steps backwards and asked that person who he was and to my surprise, the person standing in front of me was really Kashif when he responded to my question.

But how?... How could it be?..... How could I forget the face of my friend within a night, was it a dream? I questioned myself.

I somehow gathered strength and asked Kashif what had happened to him, he was weak and old as if someone had eaten him from inside and his skin colour was fading. He was looking more like a ghost.

I was going to ask him what he had seen last night but suddenly his mother came behind her and screamed at me as if I did something wrong.

She was screaming and shouting that he, Kashif had a high fever and we did something wrong with him.

I wanted to explain to Kashif's mother what happened last night but she was not ready to listen to me, she just shouted at me and asked me to leave and never come here again.

I with my shoulders down, and looking at the behaviour of aunt, was surprised. I wanted to spend some time with my friend and wanted to ask him what happened to him, what he had seen last night but aunt didn't allow me to do so.

I went back home and kept thinking about what might have happened last night but failed to figure it out and fall asleep.

The next morning I woke up with bad news. Ali was standing outside my door and was shouting. I rushed towards the door and after looking at Ali's face I knew he had some bad news to share with me.

He with his hands shivering and tears pouring out of his eyes told me that Kashif is no more.

'Kashif is dead"

Firstly, I thought that he was joking but when he kept on crying...I ran barefoot towards Kashif's house which was on the next street to where I live.

The moment I reached there I saw people crying, with a heavy heart I step towards the door of the house.... a weak, white skin young boy who was looking much older than what his actual age was, was in a coffin and all I could see was his face which was not the same as I had seen him last time.....

He was Kashif my friend whose dead body was in a coffin.....my friend who was full of life and had many plans and goals to accomplish was now lying dead.....I ran back home with tears pouring out of my eyes...

I just can't attend the funeral of a person, I just can't see my friend lying in the grave. so I decided not to attend the funeral and spent all day sitting in a park, trying to overcome what I had been through. I return home when it starts getting darker and kept crying all night.....

The worst night of my life...I kept thinking about what happened there at the house whose entry was forbidden.... and fall asleep.....

Kashif, a friend who was more like a brother to me left me forever....