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Friendship has been showcased as one of the
noblest abstract noun a man can possess. Losing a dear friend to reason is
painful and an insult to my ability to filter and define friendship.
When I met
this stranger, a few days back, he reminded me of a pesky slug, in a beautiful
garden. Many fleeting thoughts interfered with my daily routine. I submitted
myself to a month's torture and tended these moments diligently. I convinced my
ego to let go its originality- to win a good friend!! Sometimes emotions
overruled the situation.
I basked in this new found intensity, for a few
days and felt like an excited teen capturing these priced moments for the
future. Indeed it was not love- this self realization gave a lot of comfort in
friendship. Strikingly different thoughts, an excellent color scheme while
rendering heartfelt feelings, an inflated ego nursing a few sleeping aspirations
..This pesky slug awoke the forgotten past in me! Is this friendship?
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