The friend I lost
Some things are lost before their value is felt. I had a friend. We were best of friends. He was there for me through thick and thin. We ran along school corridors together, shouting and laughing. We ate up the teacher's scolding, together. He was always there beside my shoulder, He always had my back. We never were the teacher's pets. We never were responsible. But, we were inseparable. Time stood still when we walked and talked and ran and laughed. Those moments will always be cherished. One day, I was caught for some wrong he did. It was suspected that I had played a part in it. It wasn't that big a problem. I could have let it run. I should have let it run. Instead, I created a fuss out of it. I turned my back on him. I blamed it all on him. I never asked him if he ever did it. He never told me. We stopped talking. We stopped meeting. I felt nothing for a few days. Then, I started feeling empty. I always thought of going up to him and talking about it. My ego didn't...