HUMARI DOSTI

HUMARI DOSTI
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Wednesday, February 3

BY CHANCE we met,

BY CHANCEwe met,BY CHOICEwe became Friends…


Friendship
is a strange thing....
We find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives….
Things we don't even share with our families who raised us….



But what is a Friend???




  • A Confidant?
  • A Lover?
  • A Fellow email junkie?
  • A Shoulder to cry on?
  • An Ear to listen?
  • A Heart to feel?...


No matter
where we met, ....
I call you Friend

A word so small...
Yet so large in feeling...
A word filled with emotion.



It is true great things come in small packages.
Once the package of FRIENDSHIP has been opened, it can never be closed...
It is a constant book always written...
Waiting to be read...
And enjoyed. 


We may have our disagreements...
We may argue...
We may concern one another...
FRIENDSHIP is a unique bond that lasts through it all....



A part of me is put into my friends...
Some it is my humor...
Some it is my listening ear...
Some it is real life experiences...
Some it is my romanticism...

but with all, it is friendship




Friends...
You and me...
You brought another friend…
And then there were 3...
We started our group...
Our circle of friends...
And like that circle... there is no beginning no end...





But Friendship is the breathing Rose, with sweets in every fold.





We've Been Friends for Such a Long and Lovely Time
There is no Friend like the Old Friend who has shared our morning days,
No Greeting like his Welcome,
No homage like his Praise;
Fame is the scentless Sunflower, with a gaudy crown of gold;


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