My Good Friend
My Good Friend
He was my good friend
But as it sometimes happens
We hadn't spoken for a while
So one day I gave him a call
The first two times he didn't answer
He perhaps was busy
The third time, he picked up
Made me hold a while, naturally I didn't mind
With friends, these small things don't matter.
Then he told me he was in the middle of something
And if I would call back in precisely 15 minutes, he would be free
Perfectly understandable
Aren't we all in the middle of something sometimes?
After precisely 15 minutes, I called him back again
This time his wife answered the call
Said my good friend was busy driving
And that they would be reaching in the next 5 minutes
To where ever it was that they were going
And that my good friend would then call me back himself
It has been a year since then
But my good friend hasn't called me back
Many a times I thought of giving him a call again
You know how difficult good friends are to come by?
But hesitated
Perhaps he was no more my good friend