When my friend left us forever you wanted to creep into my life. How could you really? I wondered aghast! I had too many woes to tender. Unresponded, you got offended. You got a compassionate job. You brought up your children. You earned a little ill-repute too because a certain married man would bump in in your residence in mornings occasionally. When we chanced to see each other you would not hide the hurt. I was a married man too by then. Your children grew up, and got married. Now you look rather satisfied and there is a certain glow which was never part of your persona before. Occasionally I think, why cannot we be friends, and share a little of life's travails. You hardly care. Must relationships be extremes only?
