A lost friend

I was in my room one evening, back at home during the summer vacations from college. It was raining heavily outside, thanks to which I had to cancel my movie plans. I rubbed my nose against the windowpane and sighed as I had nothing better to do. Through the window I could see two kids, about 10 to 12 years of age playing on the streets in the rain. Their clothes all drenched in water and covered with mud. They were enjoying, laughing, running, as if this moment was everything to them, as if this was all they cared about.
Seeing them like this reminded me of something...

Once upon a time, when I was little,
and the world seemed a riddle,
full of every imaginable thing possible;
I used to start the day on my cycle,
along with my friend we used to travel and there seemed no end to our fable.

I still remember our going to the fort ,
in search of some hidden treasure,
which we never could find;
But I really don't mind,
because it was truly a pleasure.

Also the time when we went camping by the lakeside,
and returned home late in the night,
only to find our parents waiting by the door side,
And the time when I was hit by a motorcycle,
he took me home on his little cycle.

Those days seem a distant memory,
after 10 years it seems like a century.
And I can't say whether he'll still remember me.
But I'll do, because he was the best thing that happened to me.

I moved away from the window and walked towards the door. I opened it, stepped outside and stood in the rain. But this time, someone was missing.