Now only one week was left for our farewell, and somehow every day started feeling more special and more emotional at the same time, because deep inside I knew that these were the last few days of school life, the last few chances to see him like this, in the same uniform, in the same environment, and maybe after this everything would change, one evening me and my best friend were on a call, talking about the farewell, "Yaar iss baar farewell kaisa hoga?" she said excitedly, "theme kya hogi, venue kaisa hoga, sab perfect hona chahiye," and I was listening to her but as always my thoughts slowly shifted, "woh bhi aayega na…" I said softly, almost smiling to myself, and instantly she started teasing me, "bas! har baat me tu usse le hi aati hai," she laughed, "obviously aayega, uska bhi toh farewell hai," and I couldn't stop smiling hearing that,🙈☺️ because the idea of seeing him on that day, dressed differently, maybe looking even better than usual, made me feel something I couldn't explain, and just then both our phones got a notification, "check kar!" she said, and as soon as I opened it, it was from school, all the farewell details—theme, venue, timing—everything was written there, and I quickly said, "yaar dekha tune bhi? iss baar dress ka colour black and olive green hai," she got excited, "sach me? then we should wear saree," and without even thinking much we both agreed, because saree somehow made everything feel more real, more special, more like a proper farewell, after some more talking we cut the call but my thoughts didn't stop there, instead they went somewhere else again, black… that colour immediately reminded me of him, the first time I saw him in black shirt, the way it suited him, the way it stayed in my memory till now, and I smiled thinking, "farewell ke din toh woh ekdum mast lagega," and at that exact moment I decided that I will wear an olive green saree, but for a small connection, for a small invisible twinning, I will wear a black blouse, it might not mean anything to anyone else, but for me it felt special, like a secret only I knew, after that I immediately started searching for olive green sarees, scrolling again and again, checking designs, imagining how I would look, how that day would feel, I wanted everything to be perfect, not for others, but for myself… and maybe a little for him too, after some time my brother came and saw me busy on my phone and asked, "kya dekh rahi hai?" I said, "farewell ke liye saree," he sat beside me and said, "dikha," I showed him some options and after seeing them he casually said, "theek hai, main order kar deta hoon," I smiled and said, "pakka?" he nodded, "haan tu select kar," and after carefully looking through many options, I finally chose one, it was simple yet beautiful, exactly what I wanted, not too heavy, not too plain, just perfect, and we ordered it, after that the next few days felt a little longer because I was waiting for it, imagining everything again and again, and finally when it arrived, I opened it slowly and just looked at it for a few seconds, the colour, the fabric, everything was even more beautiful than I expected, I held it in my hands and smiled softly, imagining myself wearing it on that day, imagining how I would feel, imagining… if he would notice or not, and at that moment, for the first time, farewell didn't feel like an ending, it felt like something I was actually waiting for, because somewhere deep inside, I knew that day would be special. 💫
And slowly, time passed, and now only two days were left for the farewell, and the excitement in school was clearly visible everywhere, the moment I reached school and entered my class, I could hear everyone talking about the same thing—farewell, in the lobby, in classrooms, on stairs, everywhere students of 10th and 12th were busy discussing their plans, girls were talking about what they would wear, which saree, which hairstyle, matching accessories, while boys were more interested in decoration, food menu, and how the whole event would be, and for the first time it felt like everyone was equally excited, not just for the event but for these last few memories, later during recess, me and my best friend went to the terrace and just stood there casually, the same place that had been a part of so many of my moments, and we also started talking about farewell, I told her, "I ordered a saree," and she smiled and said, "I also bought one from a shop," and we both started discussing colors, designs, imagining how we would look on that day, and just then, without even realizing, my eyes moved to the side and I saw him, he had also come to the terrace with his friends, and his group was standing a little distance away from us, talking, laughing, completely normal, and just seeing him there again made everything feel different💓👀, my best friend immediately noticed and started teasing me again, "dekh… aa gaya tera wala," she whispered, smiling, and I quickly said, "mat kar yaar, unhe pata na chal jaye," trying to act normal but clearly failing, I avoided looking too much but still couldn't stop myself from stealing small glances again and again, and just like that, time passed, and recess got over, as I was walking back towards my class, my mind suddenly became quiet, and one thought came again and again—now only one day of my 10th class was left, bas ek din… after that everything would change, maybe I won't be able to see him like this again, maybe these small moments would just become memories, and that thought made me feel a little heavy, a little sad, but then I reminded myself that farewell was still left, one last day, one last chance, and maybe… just maybe… something unexpected could happen. 🤧
From the first time I saw him… to all those small moments… to now standing at the end of it all, and somewhere deep inside, I knew that farewell was not just another event, it was going to be something more, something important, something that might stay with me forever, and maybe… just maybe… it was my last chance, not to say anything, but at least to feel everything once properly, and as I sat in my classroom, looking around at everyone talking, laughing, planning, I quietly smiled to myself and thought—tomorrow everything will be different, tomorrow I will see him not in uniform, not in a normal day, but in a completely new way, and I don't know why, but I had this strange feeling that something unexpected was going to happen, something I never imagined, something that could change the way I remember all of this forever… and maybe, that one day was going to give me a moment I had been unknowingly waiting for since the very beginning. 💫🤞🏻