FRIENDSHIP

Bunking school, I would always keep my friend Rajesh aware. If he could know that I was on

bunk so he would have spoken to sir. He was my friend that's why I knew all his habits. That day

I was sitting alone on metro station with my new tata phone, abruptly aunty ( mother of Rajesh )

saw myself with coming down stairs to metro station.

Next day in first period I met with Rajesh in the class before sir had come. Firstly he

questioned me where I were previous day. I could understand that aunty can have seen me at

metro station and then she could have asked him of my appearance at metro station at studying

hours."I should have been in school sorry yaar". I answered. Then sir came in class when he

was just about to answered me. Sir was taking our attendance when he complained about me bunking. I was stunned and watching him in anger. Did not talk with him after it.

A week ago I fought with a 12th class student, I was in 11th class that time the student was

senior of mine therefore he slapped me. I could not do anything then a class fellow suggested

me that I should have attacked the boy by knife. I felt it a cool idea so I stole the knife from

school canteen in recess and moved outside of 12th class and called him to come out whom I

fought before. No sooner he came out of class then I turned out my knife to attack him but

Rajesh came there and hold my knife from shiny side.his blood began to wash away heavily. I

dropped the knife and ran away from there.

Rajesh came back in our class after having bandage on his hand. Science Teacher aid him

and asked him the reason of his wound front of class. I felt sorry for is wound even we were not

friend that time so I stood on my chair to apologize with town face. Rajesh answered sir that he

was playing with a knife and wounded himself. I wondered it was unbelievable. That day I could

thank god to make me understand true friendship.

Then took his bag and sat beside me. I whispered sorry but he denied to talk with me until I

promised him that I would have to forget my enmity with whom I fought before. I agreed, shook

hand for being friends.

Actually a critic is our true friend despite of who provoked us.