During my engg.college days, I met a guy from Manipur, quite jolly, energetic , bindass kinda guy. Just like others, he had a luving & caring mom & father( a primary school teacher by profession), who had a dream to see their son coming out with flying colours. Being the only son, he was the nucleus of their dreams…& were trying to give every possible help...(monetary constraints were alweyz there ....), a younger sister he luved & cared for immensely.....who used to send him letters regularly & he too used to respond it without fail. Though written in Manipuri dialect, I cud sense the concern his sister had......that he sud not to worry abt her & parents....that they all r fine ....that she doing her studies well ....& that he must study well & work hard so as to make their parents dream come true.... He had a childhood sweetheart, a soulmate, he luved & cared, together shared a dream for their future as well … Being in the same branch, we vibed quite well & became best of frens.....he was fond of singing & together used to sing after dinner putting all the lights off. Our study table used to serve the purpose of tabla. We used to do our daily assignments together. Be it going for a juice or dinner or muvie ....we wer alwez together. He was sensible enuff to realize how hard his parents are sending him money so that he cud carry on his Engg. from one of the prestigious Engg. college. I managed to get thru campus selection & got a job but he sumhow cudn’t manage to do so. We completed our graduation together & just after that I was sent to pune for my training. During those days mobile was a new thing & very few cud afford it. He was not sure where he’ll go, may be Delhi /Banglore /Mumbai for a job hunt. So we parted away promising to meet each other in future. I missed him a lot during my training days & was trying to know where exactly was he & what was he doing. I tried my level best, asking my other frens but failed to get any info. It was almost after 4 years I happened to meet one of my Manipuri senior in Gurgaon. When I asked him about my fren, the story he told me was heartbreaking. After graduation, he went to B’lore & after few month he was in delhi. Unable to get a decent job.He was mentally broken. He was treated under psychiatric experts for a year or so ..... after that he was taken back to manipur by his parents. Once a jolly, vibrant guy now a quiet soul..... I wish I cud meet him ....May be he tried to get in touch with me but failed to do so...... Now there is a saying ” Whatever Happens .... Happens For Good” but is this alwez true ....??? I would say "NO"..... Nothing good happened....... a luving parents lost his jolly Son..... a sister lost his caring Brother..... a gal lost hER Love & I lost my FRIEND..... I still wonder & keep myself asking .... why it all happened ....???? Life sometimes plays a dirty trick....