Farewell at airport

It was the farewell of my best friend.We were happy,as his dream to pursue MS in US is turning into reality.I've reached airport well before time,waiting for him to come with his mom,dad and loads of luggage.I was waiting with a packet.

There you go,my friend has come,he saw me and the packet in my hand.I could see a grin on his face.We told uncle and aunty(my friend's mom n dad),that we will drink a cup of tea.We went to a cafe and started smoking, taking out a cigar from the packet in my hand.We enjoyed to the core by dragging much as we could in a single puff(the cool breeze was no doubt an Impetus).It was the last drag,we could hear my friend's mobile saying "every night in my dreams"(that was the ringtone of his mobile).Again a beep after the call,asking us to return.We went back,chewing a gum to hide the smell.Every one was busy taking photo's with harsha.We never know how we spent 3 hour's standing there and 3 years's of graduation.It was time to say "tata",as the secyurity guard dressed in blue was asking passenger's to get in.My body was waggling,and my heart beating faster.I handed over the packet,hoping that it remind me.

I don't know why?but,tears started to flow from his eyes.There was a canal of tears between his eyes and mouth(may be..he was thirsty..he heee).I told"takecare friend"in a low voice.He saw my face,kissed his mom,hugged his dad,consoled his heart,wiped tears,holded his luggage bag and went in.

That was the last time i saw him in past 2 years.I believe US turns friends into enemies and teaches "ignoring".Now my friend doesn't get time to make my mobile say "mustafa mustafa",nor a second to scrap me.I dont blame my friend for he not remembering me.Instead i blame the packet i gave him,as it has not done it's task .Since then,I stopped giving packet's to anyone else .