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friends forever

Do you remember how we became frens? When was the first time I said hi to you? Our first day out? Our first fight? Do u remember it all??
That First look and I instantly knew you are “the one” my friend forever… the one made for me, my alter ego, ma comrade, ma accomplice, ma aide, ma
FRIEND!!!!
EXCUSE ME!!! u ok? We talkin abt friends here!!!!! All these questions are irrelevant when u think of friends. I don remember when n how I became friends with ma closest pals. Life jus brings u together, for some reason or the other, n then it clicks… yeah love…but seamless n unbound!

Friendship doesn happen at first sight (like some claim love can!) Its like whisky… the older the better!! Life happens, and then it filters those few precious ones and turns graphite to diamond. That’s how ordinary people become special.

Pals are those infron of whom u don have to be anything else but u.. u don have to think, u jus be yourself. Its simple, easy.. free of apprehensions.. being friends I mean. You don’t have to do anything special to make a great time, u jus be wat u are, and even then u reminisce those times as one of ur best times.

Friendship is easy, simple, joyous.. its when we go to define wat kind of friendship it is that it gets complicated.

I have a chubby friend who I like to call ma buddy( a floating story behind that name, get into it some other time), and that word flying around reminds me so much of him. Him n our “buddy drinks”, “buddy laughs”, “buddy times”.

We were four of us in college, wud go roaming witout any clue as to wher to go.. someone coined the name awesome four-some for us.. It kinda stuck with us! And even when we became 5.. we were still awsum 4 sum. Life jus brought us together, cos the only thing we had in common was our love to roam around.

There was this female who wud act nice to me, and I never cud understand why. I think, at first look I had this instant dislike to her (no offense there gal) and yet shes one of ma closest pals. We did insane things together, and laughed out loud, spoke sense to each other…more often non sense. I think it was one of the longest walks we took, that first showed us the brighter side of the other! We never shared long best fren messages, never even cards.. I don ever think we spoke of wat we meant to each other… those were probably too senti things to handle in each others company…

And now strewn in wat feels like different parts of the universe…missing becomes an obvious part of your life. The means of stayin in touch may change… but what holds you together doesnt!

“Happy friendship day pals”
(a lil belated...but nevertheless)

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that female said…
im hopin "this female" meant me... as i was readin this, a drop of tear trickled down...u know, m not d mushy kind...but i miss those days..pure innocent fun...it seems to be a life apart...it's somethin i ve nt written in my diary...but i m nt afraid of forgettin them...only cuz i keep rewindin them in ma head..like a movie...it's engraved...

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