and the aftermath
We all know now how Francis met his end,i dont want to talk about it in anyways..I,still remember
that fateful night..the time was exactly 11pm,i was listening to Nirvana's 'POLLY' and then it happened...The phone started
ringin'..my father picked it up..it was Israel....his voice to me that night sounded like as if he was bein' chased by millions
of invisible human look alikes.."salim...francis ah a thi"...that was it..that was the moment i'd never like to relive even
if given a chance...
At that moment it strucked to me that israel was not joking,at that moment i realised
i'd really lost my brother,..my friend ..i'd lost him!
The last time francis and i were together was on the 1st of november(3 days
before he met his end)..i'd went to his college,waited for him in the canteen as his history class was in progress..i really
dont know what happened to me that day,i missed him so much that i without thinkin; anythin' took out the carkeys and went
to pick him up...
From there we went off to the Air office then to College veng along with his mother and his
siblings to attend the final day of His Father's memorial sports function...after everythin' got over,i asked him when would
he get the time for us to meet again...he was like "ka hre bik lo,assignment vel zawh tur ka nei a,kar leh vel chuan ka hman
tawh ang,mahse naktuk velah kan in phone dawn nia"...we hugged each other and then i headed homewards..feelin' alone...
On the 5th afternoon he called from Kolasib,he sounded
happy..for it was cousin's bro Babloos wedding..i really cant remember the time when he hanged up the phone...he told me "slim
naktuk ah chuan in neih na ah kal ang ngei ngei ang aw",my reply was positive..i was lookin' forward to see francis again..........then
on the same day,around 7.30pm he met his tragic end....i got to hear about it 3 hours later...my francis was dead...my francis
Today marks 30th day of his death,still His memories and his presence fills the air.....i
miss him so much that's all....Personally for me Francis was not my friend,he was,he will always be my brother...the feelings
we had for each other were mutual..so heartwarming..so beautiful...
My mom would always scold us you know for whenever he came over
like on that day the 24th of october 2003,francis and i well okay drank a lot ,mom and dad got so angry that they literally
started shoutin' at me and francis..and all we had together was this fake..very very fake smiles on our faces...
For me it's a personal loss,i have lost a brother..i have lost a Mizo brother...not many mizos
would accept me you know the way he did,he was my saving grace,he really cared a lot for me..and i swear on Allah that i never
had never thoughts for him...all i ever felt was love for him..and that he knew...he was there back in 1999 when i was goin'
thru schizophrenia,he was there in 2000 when i went down with a nerve problem,he was always there....he was the only one among
the originalbruus who knew the real Salim....not that i dont love the other bruus,i love them equally just as i love him and
God bless me for i'm gona look after his brothers and his mom,i'm gona fulfill
his unfulfilled dreams,i'm gona make it...that makes history as a witness...God help me ....rest in peace francis...i'll see
you someday...i love you!