Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Thank you for caring me my dear friend.

"...My phone is not working, my pocket is empty. What the hell is happening? Late in the evening when I returned back, found my computer not working. Someone whom I trusted most had removed and taken away the Hard Disk and RAM without my knowledge. I can't blame him for his misconduct, because I know at whose insistence he was doing. Circumstances compelled every body to act like not like. I understand. My boss ring me up, and apprise me, some of my close associates whom doesn't like to disclose their names, visited him and talked rubbish about me. My boss said, don't worry, I don't believe them. Huhhh...I can't find a single stick of cigarette, even bottles are empty. Though I had promise not to drink to my love, at this moment I can go wild for a single drop. If you were around my dear, less will be the burden, mental havoc!!! Where are you?..."

Time is over, I can't sit at a corner, sulking... Without crossing the worst situations, no one can touch the best corners of life...Now, I am happy with old and new friends around, sharing everything, forgetting about the past... Vodka with limca, rum, whisky... choice is mine, with glasses full. Now I realise, good friend is someone who can take their own decision themself, and very importantly not depending upon their near and dear on taking decision what to do and what not to do for their friends. Thank you my dear friend for caring me. I wish, I can share all these happinese with my love!!!


  1. I think I should also learn some tips from you about how to adore the memory of past while you are fighting hard to survive with the present. I still lack that guts. Keep writing!!!

  2. Thanks for the Comment,

    Sometimes your past haunt you. And sometimes you may always want to cherish your past.