writing on my forehead

Everything comes and goes in life, as ephemeral as it might seem. I think I have been lucky all the time in my life. Knowing such great friends in my life ,they come, they go ,some stay , some might even want to walk together with you! Summarizing my life up till 21, friends are my reservoir of strength. Thanks for being my friends. It’s a day of gratitude.

I vividly remember, someone wrote this in the essay titled ‘friends’ during my high school time.

‘Friends are someone who can lend their shoulders for you to shed a tear.’

Human nowadays are pretty oblivious of what are the things that are around them. Usually wretched and forlorn, from within. They search for someone to cling to, and the process is always on the go.

Some say ' Hey, how are you?' to you and when you are ready to answer , you turn your head and say
' I'm fine , thank............'


Yes, they're already gone. More often than not, they don't expect you to answer.

Some forget the pedestrians they’ve met before, some shout ‘ Ah, I know you, but what’s your name again?’.

Some say ’Hi’ to when they are being said to, what’s left is some moment of embarrassment , as they‘ve forgotten who these guys are just after a day.

Some are being tapped on their shoulders on the streets and when they turn their head back, there replies ’HI!. For a second, some frown and bewildered (sadly it doesn’t ring a bell ), some morph their faces with megawatt smiles and stretch their arms far enough and lock you tightly.

Some are being tapped on the right but their friends appear to be on the left , and they know for sure who this guy already is. They both laugh happily.

Some see their friends from far ,already know what they want to say in their eyes ,or what they already wanted to say.

Some drop something on the street and the moment when they try to bend a bit , someone stretch out their hands and pick it up for them. And their eyes meet theirs, they are stunned . They can’t recall their names nor attach their faces with any past events from their ferocious seas of memory in their heads. But, it doesn’t make them to turn their way back and leave. They stay rigidly. Both know that they must have met each other before in their life.

Answers for this situation are peripheral. And, that’s when they grow white beards.

Friendship forges from time to time. Being realistic, who are you now or in the future , is what your friends are and were. Some leave with traces, some are just the footprints on the beach. The waters gush on it everyday but you know who are the passersby.

Thanks for being my friends. HC.