The unspoken story

Just like the colours of the rainbow, I have variety of friends in my so called 19 years of life. Somehow you realise it with time that who are your social networking buddies, who are your every time insulting champs, to whom you can call at night, to whom you can tell that you are having five crushes, the movies watching friends, and a friend who is your driver or never calls you but meet you every Saturday and so on. These people becames routine to us, they subsequently need us and so do we. 

5th of September, the oldest friend of yours, called you at 12pm and ( forget about request ) ordered you to meet at sharp 2 pm. Obviously it had to be late meeting time because category she belonged was most laziest and non punctual friends, I have known her from fourth or fifth standard, never seen her crying till date as she was so thick skinned girl who hardly had emotion like sorrow, grudge or ego. That day she was on time, she was waiting for me,a bit scary it was,I knew that something is wrong, when people are with you for such a long time you get to predict their reactions and gestures concluding that its all fine or a bit wrong. The most amazing and unfortunate trait of mine is I start to picture myself in the event which is shared with me even if its not at all related to me and get so much influence about the information that I get, be it good or be it bad.

She started with tears, tears worth is like diamonds, you never show them to those who aren't able to handle their charm. My reaction to it was mutual, I was not crying as a person who's one of the friend is so much depressed that she chose to utter tears before words but was crying on the humanity that how bad were those situations which accumulated in her heart and at last flowed through her beautiful eyes.

You recognise how wonderful and soft hearted is the person when they cry infront of you ( this could go offensive, but I feel so ). And all the tale of her life was open book to me.

After all consoles and caring and motivation and inspiration their was a point where I commenced my moral responsibility to make her smile, all I did was cracked the most worst joke and to it she smiled.

You could have thousands of friends, all that matters is how you understand their emotion and how they relates to yours. Mask yourself as a friend once, and you will love to see how you fulfill this lovely relation of friendship.