A real note to true friends.
The traditional South Indian story about the beginning of an unbroken bond.
“And what makes you write?”, he asked. “Well-wishers!”, I smiled at him.
An early August Sunday morning on alarm bells, I was up before everyone else. Took the bike keys swiveling around my fingers, Zipped the windcheater without any linger. Scooted over to the nearest lake shivering. The windcheater couldn’t cheat those razor-sharp raindrops, I was shuddering. With blinding sight, I made it safe to the place….
Life. Second Chances is similar to your crush you had in your life and the impact of both souls.
Are you still lost in some memories? The conscious brain asked.