A Short Story
I had participated in a short story competition organized by Times of India. I did not bag any awards but still wanted to share the story with you. Here it is.... I hadn’t seen him for seven years. I was not sure what was more exciting: the fact that he was coming back from Sweden or I was the first one he called in India to give this news. We had been close friends since our college days. Driving was our passion. We used to flee in my SUV on weekends. Driving through the valleys and woods would give us a crazy level of high that we both craved for. We were kind of getting addicted to it. We were enough for each other until life happened. Once we were out of college, his work took him to different corners of India while I stayed in the same city looking after my dad’s business. It was becoming difficult to see each other, in fact, even talk to each other. We had moved on. Daily talks on the phone eventually reduced to pinging on WhatsApp. I didn’t regret it as we both had chosen t...