I remember we were just nine or ten years old when we first met each other. We grew up in the same friend circle yet never interacted with each other. We went to the same school yet never ever had a chance to talk with each other. Time flew and we became teenagers and went our separate ways. He went out of station for his further studies while I stayed back in the same city and pursued my studies. It was when we turned 20 and he came back to the city and our paths crossed each other's. For months we didn't have any conversation until one fine day when he came home to help my sister with her pending work and finally said "hi" to me and started his conversation with me. That day we talked only for few hours. The next day he met me with an excuse of work and asked if we could exchange numbers. The next day after exchanging numbers I received a message from an unknown number. For a while it didn't struck my head that it could be him but it really was him. We started chatting sharing about our past lives and our future dreams and aspirations . Days went by like this chatting and talking over phone and we became the best of friends. Years went by and we were best friends for 4 years. Time went by really fast. Four years felt like four weeks or four days. We knew each other in and out that often people mistook us to be lovers. Well we were not lovers. We remained best friends for four long years. Spent almost everyday with each other,did everything together,shared everything openly. This very first meeting of ours will always be fresh in my mind till my last breath for they were precious.
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Desperate Lover...
Short StoryI remember people calling me a desperate lover because the only thing I remember to talk or I talk is only about my love. The love that we both shared when we were together. The love that gave both of us a strength to endure few hardships in life...
