It was the phone call that made me restless. I could hear someones cry on the other side of the conversation . The news was that my friend committed suicide .
   I left my room started my journey from Bangalore to  Mumbai to see her . No one knew the proper reason behind her death may be it would have been an accident or some one would  have murdered her many thoughts ran through my mind. I couldn't accept the fact she was dead . she was  my best friend and i couldn't imagine a life without her. we were like soul sisters .through my mind started to roll all our childhood memories,we were together  for 23 years.Tears started to roll down .

            I reached the hospital  I started to shiver I  couldn't accept the fact that she was dead. As i entered the mortuary i screamed  out loud .... ........I woke up from my sleep ,IT WAS 2 AM  IN THE MORNING WHEN I HEARD SOMEBODY KNOCKING MY DOOR . Everything  that i saw was a dream . A dream never to be remembered . I heard a voice from the door  screaming "open the door its me " . that was my best friend who returned from her business trip and i was happy for the fact that she was alive and safe .