One fine morning while recollecting my girlhood days
I met my friend in my thoughts..
Plump, cute and sweet as me
Everyone called me Srotoswini..
Brought up almost similar by our parents
We grew up to be same
Played, studied and fought together
and now we are waiting for each other...
I wait that she'll call or message
she awaits my texts and call
Eight months have passed
and we hardly spoke...
Finally desparate I sat down to thoughts
The way she loved paintings
The way she loved to complain
The way she carried herself
But alas! in vain
I lost contact with my first best friend
I just hope she's happy and merry wherever she can be..
I just hope she wishes the same and also misses me....
AnDy
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