I am preparing my mind for the biggest challenge in my life. My teammates are checking whether I have put on my safety belts and the oxygen tank in the right positions or not. My eyes drifted towards my right, where he sat, a few feet away and I caught a glimpse of "My best friend until yesterday". Since that incident we were not even exchanging words. I am very upset with him. Ours would be the two teams who would be climbing the mountain, competing with each other. I gave him an angry look but there was a smile on his face. The mountain is very high almost 1300 feet tall. I wanted to win over him in this contest. As I am climbing the mountain, the scene when we both first met struck my imagination.
I was sent out of the classroom due to mischief and as I stepped out of the classroom I saw this guy 5 foot tall, with a hair band on and a blue chalk in his hand with which he was using to sketch on the wall. I was curious about what was he sketching as I went near him and observed he was sketching the teacher with a devil face and a cane in her hand. I looked at him and smiled he also gave me a smile.We both shook hands as we both hated that teacher. This is how our journey began.
As I was climbing up I remembered how we grew up and how our friendship became stronger by days. We were the two best dancers and pranksters of the college. He not only taught me the steps in the hip hop but also those in my life. I was gasping as I am ascending the mountain. I put my mask on as I was running out of oxygen. I am climbing the mountain without any fear and hesitation as I am determined to win this contest.
He was there for me all the time in the best moments and also the heart breaking moments. He knew everything about me my interests, my girl friends, my personal diary. He never left me alone. But after that incident first time in my life I felt lonely and lost. I just felt that I don't need him at all and I believed that I can run with my own legs.
I stopped climbing and I am wondering whether any of my teammates are around me. But I couldn't find anyone. I suddenly saw my hand losing contact with the rock. I needed help otherwise I would die. Then I saw an other hand, a very familiar one and a saving one. It was my best friend, to my surprise he was above me. The person whom I didn't want after yesterday had come to my rescue when there was no one to rescue me. He was in tears and hugged me tightly and slapped on my face. I understood the inner meaning of friendship that day. Since then I never parted away from him.
A Loud cry woke me up from my dream. I was involved in a deep thinking. I could see my friend's hand still without any movement. He is lying down and is not talking to me. He is sleeping and dreaming. A dream which would never end and he is sleeping forever. I am looking at his face probably for the last time but still I could not cry because there is no life left in me......
He parted away...
I was sent out of the classroom due to mischief and as I stepped out of the classroom I saw this guy 5 foot tall, with a hair band on and a blue chalk in his hand with which he was using to sketch on the wall. I was curious about what was he sketching as I went near him and observed he was sketching the teacher with a devil face and a cane in her hand. I looked at him and smiled he also gave me a smile.We both shook hands as we both hated that teacher. This is how our journey began.
As I was climbing up I remembered how we grew up and how our friendship became stronger by days. We were the two best dancers and pranksters of the college. He not only taught me the steps in the hip hop but also those in my life. I was gasping as I am ascending the mountain. I put my mask on as I was running out of oxygen. I am climbing the mountain without any fear and hesitation as I am determined to win this contest.
He was there for me all the time in the best moments and also the heart breaking moments. He knew everything about me my interests, my girl friends, my personal diary. He never left me alone. But after that incident first time in my life I felt lonely and lost. I just felt that I don't need him at all and I believed that I can run with my own legs.
I stopped climbing and I am wondering whether any of my teammates are around me. But I couldn't find anyone. I suddenly saw my hand losing contact with the rock. I needed help otherwise I would die. Then I saw an other hand, a very familiar one and a saving one. It was my best friend, to my surprise he was above me. The person whom I didn't want after yesterday had come to my rescue when there was no one to rescue me. He was in tears and hugged me tightly and slapped on my face. I understood the inner meaning of friendship that day. Since then I never parted away from him.
A Loud cry woke me up from my dream. I was involved in a deep thinking. I could see my friend's hand still without any movement. He is lying down and is not talking to me. He is sleeping and dreaming. A dream which would never end and he is sleeping forever. I am looking at his face probably for the last time but still I could not cry because there is no life left in me......
He parted away...
