Friendship, not a title but immortality
People, they say are a menace, perhaps true. I have been across a scads of folks and what I realized is, its not the mortals who vacate their footprints of rejoice, warmth before us, but actually its the evocations which squeezes our mind to turn out it's fondness from the eyes. I remember the era when I used to have a mate, I can't reveal the tag. The fellow who can be potrayed as my memoir. A bond which has never stretched across my border of purity. The keen beam of ours was worth narrative about the relation we drained. Those chilled twillight must have adored our deep link of conversation, our affection beneath the layer of foul notions. The canteen, classroom, even the library has spotted the shadow of our insanity. The breakfast table can recount the love we shared. Friendship, well we realized it as a minute pendant to wear for us, we were no more just peers. He used to yell bespeaking me "maa" making me discern nurtured towards him. From that hand o...