CHAPTER II: THE FRIENDSHIP

CHAPTER II: THE FRIENDSHIP

After my first meeting, I met her again the next day and this continued. As days passed by, I started to befriend her. We started meeting regularly. Sometimes after the class or sometimes to exchange some notes. Slowly, rather unknowingly, we started coming closer, of course not physically but mentally. We became the best of friends.

Friendship blossomed. I found a great friend in her. A friend who could understand me whenever I was in need, a friend who would be happy when I was happy, a friend who would be with me during hard times. I didn’t have much friends but the selected friends that I had were my life and she topped the list. I shared a great rapport with her.

One day after class I met her, like always we talked for a while but don’t know why I was feeling very uncomfortable. I had a mild stomach ache and felt feverish. She sensed my pain, “Are you ok?” she asked.

“Yea I am. But I think I should go home.”

“Yes you should. Please take rest and take care of yourself.”

“Sure. Thanks”

I left with the pain. The pain in the stomach and the pain of not able to talk with her. I could bear the pain in the stomach but not the other one.

As soon as I reached home, I told my mom about my discomfort. Like always she started her regular dose, “Thousand times I have told you not to eat outside food. You just don’t want to listen. Now don’t tell me…etc…etc…” 

I knew all those things were out of care and affection. She gave me a pain killer and sat beside me. “Don’t worry. Everything would be fine”

Next day morning I got myself checked from the doctor. Unfortunately I was diagnosed with jaundice. It meant that Bed was my companion and Medicines my food. Everyone in the family started taking extra care of me. I was missing my classes and more importantly I was not able to meet my friend. That was more painful.

She helped me a lot during this period. She completed all the notes that I missed. She even took extra efforts and wrote and completed assignments for me. I just couldn’t thank her for whatever she did. She was the one whom I looked up to whenever I was in trouble or whenever I needed some help and she would always be there. When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. A friend should be one in whose understanding and virtue we can equally confide, and whose opinion we can value at once for its justness and its sincerity. Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies. For me she was the one..!!