People who would listen to their mistakes without hating or criticizing them, share their happiness without thinking about the times when they were sad themselves.
Sometimes, I feel I have a silent listener who was left behind in this race for life. I cannot find that listener when I look back but I see the footsteps right beside mine. Its a feeling that I cherish the most in my life. But the most painful part is that all the walks that I walked, all the hills I ever climbed , all the pits that I ever fell into I found those footsteps as wells as many others who are dearer to me than many others in life except for one walk which I have been covering alone.
The walk for which I gave up the best friend, the best times , the best tears, best jokes and best shared food. The irony is that I am walking for the best people. Some day, I wish those best people realize what I have been missing and the best friend comes to know that I was missing those times and never wanted to drift away from that friendship.
Some day !!!!!!!!!!!!
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....just a minut...every-time we we want to race togather"jindgi".. but "jindgi" is not just like this....and we fail........."gahraaayi"..."pyaar"....jazbaat....etc. .....in our whole....khali-khuli.."jindgi".....
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