I am glad for being blessed with friends like
Dhairya – my best friend. Ever since Smita came into my life I had been
ignoring him and others. He never questioned, never complained. Heard when I
wanted to vent out, kept out when I wanted privacy, loved me when I needed him.
When Smita moved to Jaipur yesterday, I never thought I’ll think of her so
much. Only when Dhairya confronted me and I broke down on his shoulders that I
realized I had special feelings for her. Imagine a man crying! I don’t remember
crying in ages but this was different. I am glad I had something I could cry for.
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