Like all good things, like all good springs. Like all goodness, like all greatness, some things are such a big treasure that sometimes you cannot their volume and depth, size, scale, pattern and scent ever get a fair measure. Like all the wonderful worlds combined, like all the great ideas in a genius mind. Like all the imprints of a special someone on our hearts enshrined. Like the glorious of glories, like the stuff that drives you totally crazy. It’s the picture of your best friend which can never in your eyes become hazy. He taught you so much, he was such a sweet potato who at times got on your nerves. But can you forget the times you spent with him, the real joys you got in his company that sometimes bring tears to your eyes as such. He taught you to grow, to evolve, he taught you to complete your designs, whatever you had resolved. He was a torch bearer, a bowl of elixir when you were lost in the darkest tunnels of your mind and when you had been bitten by the poisonous rattlesnake of deceiving times. He was such a thing , a true wonder, marvel which you thought no one would be to you, blacklisted in society and considered the big, dark and bad scoundrel. He shared with you times of fun, times under the sun, times of fancy and glamour, times of troubles and tremors. He was the light of your blind eye, the ears to help you listen when you were deaf, the mouthpiece when you were dumb. He took lots of pain, almost went blind and deaf, dissolved all his pains and his tragedy, drinking all the poison and still smiled keeping mum. He was your crutch, he was your ultimate savior in times of truly bad melody and fancy fast storms. He was the one who challenged all the odds against you and the selfish norms. He cried for you in his sleep, but in front of you he would never weep. He wanted to see only the best come out of you as soon as it could. He was the best buddy of yours who would barter all the bad from you in exchange for only the good in the name of true brotherhood. He knew that your place in his heart made it special, he knew that what you were was a good mix of simplicity, specialty, goodness after all. He saw the real, real you tearing the blind veil which covered your qualities and proved that he could never be deceived as he had eyes only for his cute and crazy but never wicked pal. He knew that you were not some crazy bullshit. He made you stand after that accident with yourself in which you lost the right controls. He knew that come what may in any time, at any place, in any situation, you were one simple, good whole, one simple, good soul. He showcased your unseen qualities, he made you get recognized. For this he himself may have got hurt, vaporized. He always has cared for you before himself. He is your real prized treasure, the true booty of wealth. Now you may or may never come to know what a big diamond was your friend. But you can just offer your prayers wishing for his wellbeing, success wherever he is as you know you can never payback what he has given you. But yes you can assure him that you will never stop loving him in blacks and greys, in thicks and thins. True friends are a really wanted fuss. They are the essentials you cannot do without. They are the flowers which give scent eternally forever to us. They were there every time we needed them. They were just so true brethren. They were the best gifts from God and we were the luckiest to be in their company, in their hearts. They were the best in playing the roles of our shapers, our mentors, our supports, our deciders, our critics, our everything so essential for us in life. A friend knows what you are and so loves you for that. A friend, real one is like your other self. You and he sacrifice and share, love and care, clothe and bare, but they are the ones who were, who are and who will always be there. For you. A friend may mean many things to a man. But the best thing he should mean to him is the ultimate discovery of a true soul, pure, loving and special beyond description and explanation. It means you can see him as your secret keeper, as your mentor, as your philosopher, as your guide . You can count on him as the only help when you are lost in the world’s turbulating and tormenting tides. You can also see him as your pride, who to see you happy took all insults, pains, pressures and gloom in his stride. And he took you out in this beautiful world made so only by his heavenly presence, on the best, best ride. So when you gain something, remember and thank him, where ever he may be now. Because any or every time you think of him, he is magic, just ooh, aah, wonderful and wow. A friend is a valuable treasure, who has potentials and price beyond any measure. He or she bear a coveted place in their friend’s heart. A friend should know that he or she is very special and unique for people. A friend is the best gift from heaven which you never thought you could get ever in this life, now grey or pink, easy or greasy, difficult or simple.
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I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write. View more posts