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BEING F.R.I.E.N.D.S!!!!

I was half in my sleep when I looked at my phone just to check the time, and instead, I found a long list of messages which took me by a sweet surprise, because I realized, that it was the friendships day morning! I remember the same day roughly three years back when I was not such a great advocator of the necessity for such days to exist…But this morning I surely realized the necessity, because looking at the gesture by so many people in my contact list I almost forgot the other million things in my mind which I had slept with, and which had been bothering me for a few days now…
Being friends I guess is the only relation we truly choose ourselves, and where we can be truly ourselves as well! Friends are no obligations and not bound by threads of responsibility either. Friends are those all time buffers in our lives which keep us strong enough to face all the big and small rough patches we go through, and keep us happy enough in our good times when they show up on all the occasions to celebrate! Cheers to such a selfless and lovely bond which makes us forget the worries at work, problems at home and fights with our spouses!


If they are angry then apologize and if they are out of touch then call them yourself, but do keep your friends well and don’t let them go because this one relationship is surely priceless! Here is wishing anyone who is reading this a very happy friendships day! And to my amazing friends…Big thanks for existing! 

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