That moment had come again all of a sudden, catching me off-guard... Viewing the vast dark canvas of God sprinkled with few stars in between... The cold wind was making it's presence felt, gently bypassing my touch...

In the midst of the din, those memories came flooding by, when we had sat on his terrace till about 3 am in the December cold of Kolkata... He had offered me his winter-coat, exposing himself to the bitter cold... We had sat there for long... talking, listening to the silence of the night...

It was the time, then...

A year later, we had sat together, on his terrace, this time in Delhi... There were few things to talk and even fewer to share... The bulk of the time was engulfed by our silences... That deafening silence which came back to me yesterday, as I wandered on my terrace in the midst of Republic Day Eve celebration...

My cell phone beeped... It was a message, whose sender I had met only a few days back... It said : "Think abt this..u r sittin on d stairs with me at 3 in d midnight on d terrace of ur home...suddenly ur phone rings n u go 2 attend d phone promisin me 2 cum back but d person on d phone is from my family givin u d creepy news tat i died last night...will u cum back 2 me?..."