Yet Incomplete

Fighting for pencils, eraser, tiffin box and sometimes, for nothing, increases our bond of friendship throughout the year. Sitting together in the same bench, both complaining ma'am for some thing or other; continues throughout the year.

Her father, was close friend of my dad. Whenever my dad, used to go to visit, I used to go; sitting in the front above fuel tank, sometimes wearing the specs, which dad used to wear while riding. Feeling it as a cool stuff at that age. I used to fight with her for toys, everytime, I went to her home. One of the childish reason was that; aunty used to offer sweet or candy after our fight ended, as it ended with both crying and complaining of each other. Even after the fight, one could see us sitting together, again fighting for something.

The school administration had the room of separate sitting, for boys and girls after class V. So, we started sitting separately. But, fights still continued. T

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he age of adolescence; is such a age, we see a lot of changes in our body, so was with me. Teasing in the name of the crush or forcefully made crush by your friend, is common among the gang of teenagers. Being my girl bestie, same was with me. Ignoring was the best option but, somehow it reached to her, and she complained to my dad; and the treatment was same as every teenage lover is treated by non filmy dad, when he comes to know.

Next day, the things changed between us. I said sorry, but no reply. The anger continued for few days but, I lost her faith for lifetime. I changed my school after 8th. I lost contact with her. The story is yet to complete, I am yet to tell her the actual story of that day. I even tried to do so, visiting her home on festive occasion but everytime, I can feel the lost faith on her behaviour. Hope, I could tell her, the exact story of the day; that day, when I will gain the lost faith. It is yet incomplete.