It pains when something you take granted for, is taken away from you.
It is difficult when you have so many things to tell someone but time runs out.But our it is the way of the Great Lord.
" Hukmai andar sabh ko baahar hukam na ko-ay"
Everyone is subject to His Command; no one is beyond His Command.
Such was the loss of the my dearest of friend Sidakpreet Singh.A gem of a person,a diamond,a million of dreams in one weak body, but a strong will and potential to realize them.
Our friendship dates back to our first school Sant Isher Singh Kundan Academy.I don't have much of a memory of our meetings of those days.
Then, one day news came that the school going was to be closed. Our parents went busy searching for a new school. So papaji decided to send me to a decent and expensive school then for us,the Doon International School.Started by our very own community member, Mr Davinder Singh Mann, who decided to .I had no news of Sidak. We had no telephone then so I didn't get to contact with my friends.
So it was 2-3 days after my first day in school. I was sitting in my class(which was a big hall then),a sikh boy walked into the classroom with his mother.Our mam announced that he was a new admission and that he came here following his friend, and when mam asked who that lucky guy was, he came before me and patted me on my chest. That is Sidak for you.
So, we were together again.The next many years saw our friendship strengthening. We used to study together, play together, eat together. He was my motivation to study, my only competition for many years and as it turns out my inspiration to excel in life.
We used to compete and each one used to come out as a winner.
Then his disease started to take over. He was suffering from Thalassemia major. He couldn't participate with me in my games. I remember from my childhood that he and me were the best yoga artists in our class. His attendance started to drop ,although it no way harmed his academic performance.
So it was 2-3 days after my first day in school. I was sitting in my class(which was a big hall then),a sikh boy walked into the classroom with his mother.Our mam announced that he was a new admission and that he came here following his friend, and when mam asked who that lucky guy was, he came before me and patted me on my chest. That is Sidak for you.
So, we were together again.The next many years saw our friendship strengthening. We used to study together, play together, eat together. He was my motivation to study, my only competition for many years and as it turns out my inspiration to excel in life.
We used to compete and each one used to come out as a winner.
Then his disease started to take over. He was suffering from Thalassemia major. He couldn't participate with me in my games. I remember from my childhood that he and me were the best yoga artists in our class. His attendance started to drop ,although it no way harmed his academic performance.
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