I was Javed’s roommate in India, he’d walk in like a soft wave of love and ask…’Is it okay if I cooked food for you tonight?’ He’d genuinely and almost apologetically ask my permission to do me a favor…he was just the sweetest, kindest…just all love taking form as a person. When I first met him, I was really confused at how a person can be so beautiful. It is not possible to make someone who’s never met him believe how pure Javed was.
Every person I’ve spoken to can’t stop but completely breaking down in tears. Everyone he met felt so protective of him and at same felt so safe and loved around him.
He personified the gifts of life. If I had a bad day, I’d come back home and see Javed, the gentle remembrance of all that’s good in the world.
When he was preparing to fly back to Trinidad, he came in to say goodbye, I tried my best to avoid him…because I just didn’t want to accept that I had to go back to an ordinary human life after getting used to living with Javed….dearest, sweetest Javed.
I don’t know if this wound will ever heal.