Going to a funeral on a day I was very happy and trip to Rajasthan First of all, happy friendship day to all my friends. I know only a very few are g

Going to a funeral on a day I was very happy and trip to Rajasthan

First of all, happy friendship day to all my friends. I know only a very few are gonna read this but still m gonna wish them all. Now 1st august was a very important day for me, as on this day I said sorry to my dear friend about whom I told you about in my last blog. I was afraid to text her, but then I gathered some courage and sent her a text message that I heard from a friend that she wasn’t well so couldn’t stop myself to message her, and wished her a very happy friendship day. Then I waited for her reply, after around two long hours she replied- ‘how dare you msg me again? I dun wanna talk to you’. The reply was same as I had expected. Then I said sorry to her and all that stuff that I had already mentioned in my last blog. Then after some time I got a message from her boyfriend. I explained him the situation that all the trouble was unnecessary and we should fix it as she is a very special friend. Then both of them were convinced, and the problem was solved. Then something unexpected happened and even she said sorry to me. I mean as far as I have known her, she never said sorry, but that day she said sorry. Anyways that doesn’t matter to me because she is my friend and will always be. I’ll always be there for her when she’ll need me. She is one of my best friend.
Now I was very happy, and I had plans for the day. I had to go to kronik’s place and had to enjoy and party as it was friendship day. But I was not able to go, because I had to go to a funeral. It was a strange situation because I had to go to a funeral when I was very happy. I wanted to go to party but my mummy’s uncle had died, so I had to go. After 3 hours long drive we reached Rewari, a small town in Haryana near Rajasthan border. Then I refused to go to the place where the funeral was and decided to take rest at my grandparent’s place. I was not prepared to go to there, I did not wanted to go to a place where I was supposed to be sad even when I was happy. I was not ready to give that sad expression when I was happy inside.
Next day my naani said that she wanted to go to her village, her village where she was born, where she had spent her childhood. The village was in Rajasthan, so it took us two more hours to reach there, the day was cool as it was raining heavy last night. So we were on the move and enjoying the beauty of nature, the rocky Aravali mountains, camels and all. Then naani showed us an old neem tree. She said that the tree was so old that she had spend her childhood under that tree, she and all her sisters and brothers, used to play under that tree. There were memories, that tree was like an old man telling stories of the past he had seen.
All this time I was thinking that I have no memories, no birthplace, nothing. I was born in Allahabad, the n we moved to some place in Punjab, then Haryana, then MP, then UP, then again MP, then again UP, then Delhi, then Mumbai. I have memories of all these places but no proof. I do not have a tree that will remind me of my childhood.