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best friend !

Memories have a strange way of remembering things you want to forget and forgetting all that you want to remember! Ma in her last few months forgot the people she met everyday, yet remembered Krishnokoli , who was my "best friend" in class 5! 
Best friend is a strange word really! Does a best friend remain the  best friend with the passage of time...? In school I had so many - Urmila, Krishnokoli , Runa ( in many ways) ..but where are they now? All lost in the time! The ones who were my buddies remained - we shared books and music and shared secrets and guy news ! Went  for movies, double dated,  bonded over the myriad and the silly ! 
The "best friends'' never lasted, but  the friends did! 
May be familiarity has a way of wearing  a relationship, eroding the bond - of bringing in boredom and taking away the novelty- I guess that's there for all the relationships- there is no perfect place in life and everything has a shelf life ! Sometimes it's good listen to your heart and live in the present - listen to the rain and sing to your heart -   For me it's tough but I try ! 

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  1. Delo10 March 2013 at 18:02

    So so true....'the best friends never lasted, the friends did'....loved it....'listen to the rain and the song in your heart'......true, true!

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  2. amrita11 March 2013 at 07:45

    How nice to see you again....Hope all is well ! There is no rain here....so I sing to YouTube :P !
    Hoping to see you soon - for some girl -bonding over blogs !

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  3. sesherkabita12 March 2016 at 06:29

    Felt nice after taking a read! Nice work Amrita!

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    1. amrita13 March 2016 at 21:10

      Thank you - feels good when you read and comment :)

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