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 measure. Like all the wonderful worlds combined,  like all the great ideas in the mind. Like all the imprints of a  someone special’shadow on our hearts enshrined. Like the glorious of glories, like the stuff that drives you so 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 much char magarmach but can you forget the times you spent with him, the real joys that sometimes brought tears to your eyes as such. He taught you to grow, to evolve,  he taught you to complete your designs,  what you 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 time. He was such a thing , he was a wonder, a marvel which you thought no one would be to you, such a big 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, he himself went blind and deaf, he dissolved all his pains and his tragedy, he drank all the poison and still smiled keeping mum. He was your crutch he was the ultimate saviour in times of true bad melody and fancy fast storms. He was the one  who challenged all the odds and the selfish norms. He cried for you in his sleep, but in front of you he would never weep, he wanted to see the best of the bests come out of you as soon as it could. He was the best buddy ever one can be. He knew that your place in his heart made it special, he knew that what you were was a good mix of simplicity, speciality, slowness but goodness after all. He saw the real real you which was hidden at a place where maybe God could only spot it. 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 in any time, at any place, in any situation, you were just one simple good whole, one simple good soul. He brought out your unseen qualities, he made you get recognized. For this he himself got vaporised, you may know or may never come to know what a big diamond was your friend. But you will just pray and say to God that whatever I can do I will do but still I would never be able to clear his debts and make amends. Friends are really wanted fuss. 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 real and best actors in playing the roles of our shapers, our mentors, our supports, our deciders, our critics, our everything which was so essential for us in completing without rehearsal our parts. A friend knows what you are and so loves you for that. A friend, real one is like your other self. You and she sacrifice and share, love and care, clothe and bare, but they are the ones who were , who are and who will always be there. A friend may mean many things to a man. But the best thing he should mean to you is all good-all fun , all set -all sum. It means you can see him as your secret keeper, as your mentor, as your philosopher, as your guide . You can see him as the only help when you are lost in the world’s turbulating tides. You can also see him as mankind’s pride,  as your pride, who to see you happy, satisfied and relaxed,  took all insults, pains,  glam,  glories 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,  thank him, where ever he may be now. Because anytime , every time I think of him , he is just ooh aah wonderful wow. A friend is a knowledgeable treasure , he is just very special to people . A friend is the best gift which you never thought you could get in words as that simple.

Published by ambikajha

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.

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