It was a breezy evening, I was talking to myself and walking on the sidewalk towards the cafe to refill the coffee in my fav sipper.
Who am I? I'm a guy who is (don't wanna tell you)yrs old, doing things that I don't want to do but I'm supposed to do it because of the countless responsibility talks by my parents and the pressure caused due to the gossip created by society. Yes, I know my talks are being crazy but this is the reality.
My phone's battery dried out as I was reaching and I couldn't help myself but to notice everything around me, as I am more into old wheels, I gazed on the Jeep with bunch of people waiting for somebody to tag along so that they can hit the road, there was a man with a blazer who dashed towards the jeep reaching his crew; I saw the joy in the eyes of his friends when they saw him approaching and I wondered if they are childhood friends.
Having a thought, memories of my childhood ran in flashes. those carefree moments which I have spent with my friends which know no bounds and those days where I hold no responsibility; my only concern was to live my life to the fullest.
It was those two, they introduced me to the term "Friendship". It is amazing to know the first friend of your life, not your cousin or a sibling. A friend that you chose for the first time and considering him/her as your Best Friend by choice and I believe the Times spent with them are valuable treasures that will remain lifetime.
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Short StoryThis is a story of series which involves a man and his childhood memories with his parents and friends. please read and share the honest reviews, so that I'll get a chance to learn more and write better.
