That Evening.

That evening I wrote a story.A story of love, of happiness and of being sober.The story touched my heart, so, I showed it to Ma.

Ma too liked the story.

The story revolved around a young boy and girl who knew they were to be married, yet, they couldn’t become friends with one another.It was the tough time that they had spend together when the time demanded for it, that made them friends.

That evening, I felt happy for I could write a story of something which has some meaning.

Maybe not thousands, but a few could be true friends not in lust, not in greed but in the true spirit of friendship.


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