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||I'll be there for you.. :)



From last friendship day to this one, more than just the 'Friendship Day wallpaper' has changed. Learning to NOT live in the past is the best thing your friends can teach you. Celebrating the genuineness of friendship this Friendship Day, you don't have to be together all the time, you and your friends. Just create an assuring impression, which says you're always there for them, if and whenever they need you. Also, don't be disheartened if they don't, because sometimes, friends are only meant to create a few memories and not relive them.

You see, at the end of the day, you're grateful to those friends who stuck with you all the while, but not as much as those who first come to your mind when you're sad. Every friend teaches you something worthwhile. Starting from the age when you're toddlers, you learn to play in the mud or pull each others' hair from a few friends, with few you learn to ride a bike, with few you learn to share secrets and keep them and with few, you learn to appreciate time.

In my case, all my friends from the very beginning taught me 'long distance friendship'. At the age of three, I had a best friend in the form of my neighbour. We were both about the same age, chirpy little angels who loved to prance around in cute frocks and two ponytails. She left town in a couple years, and I've been trying to find her ever since I joined social networking. Then came school, I've had fourteen beautiful years in that lovely school of mine. Each year passed with a friend who I grew used to and who turned out to either leave school, leave the city, or just leave, somehow.

I've had some pretty amazing times with every one of all the innumerable friends that I've had and in my twenty years of living uptil now, the lesson I've learned best is to cherish the memories without having to live in the past. So this year goes to all those times that've been about genuine friendship. Those times of having Maggi watching Takeshi's Castle unable to catch a breath between heaps of laughter, those times of having to run from a kidnapper hilariously falling from the bike on the way, those times of utter insanity which ended up in midnight photoshoots, those times of aimless roaming and silent conversations, those times of being yourself with your face and hands covered in icecream, those times of remembering details about each other and telling it to each other in the most random of times.

And all those times which made you feel ALIVE. :)

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