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A Friendship Day...



Even when the sense and the maturity did not peak from the soil, the feeling is at the stature for the one whom we call a friend. Stepping out from that bondage of religion, its humanity which brings everyone together. 
Friendship is a thread, in a flow, it does break sometimes from between. The knot which is been tied to join it again is not an obstacle in a relationship, rather it is been tied to make that relationship stronger than the previous one so that it does not break again.
These are our electives and we stay as we want with them. Without any examination, where humour collides and the laugh can't hide and we find that the one is always on our side. They never met to the condition of mother and father hardly knew them. 
Some remain stable all through the life and some were new to our hive, what changed was that corn to gold with ascending age. Today when we meet the old ones we realise our lifestyle. 
Every point of our life we meet some one. The talks which we could not share with the elders, the fun which we lack to do with the younger. Stranger till yesterday and the only one to be known by today. We crawled each other's path on every walk of life which we have together. 
Till a time comes in our life when all these relations are memories, all that we have is worries. Nothing even come as a flash only the sense of being alone and the essence of fear dissolve in it. 
The best with the same gender wish they could be of opposite one, in the same way. We do not get the one whom we lose, but we get many, sometimes we get one good. The inclination with maturity, the bond gets stronger. Friends are those diaries in them we write some of the pages of our life along with their story of life. Relationships and the friendships should never be judged they should be trusted. 

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