“Eko Aham Dwitiyo Nasti, Na Bhuto, Na Bhavishyati.”
“I am the only one, there is no other like me, neither in the past nor will there be another in the future.”
A personal-sounding email in the midst of so much unsolicited junk, announcing “Your friend passed away” captures the author’s attention and takes him to a flashback mode. A long-lost friend with whom he had spent hours in deep, animated conversations, his views on varied topics ranging from the Universe, Origin, and evolution of life to the Gods up there in the sky and many others flashed past the mind.
And then, the next day a parcel containing the dear departed friend’s writings, arrives with a note from his son that Mr. Shrestha had wished all this to be sent to his friend – the author, for his keepsake, and as a reminder of the good times spent together engrossed in such stimulating conversations.