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Dave sobs continued, she went to him and putting her little hands over the bruises, and stared at the blood dripping from the cuts. Dave kept crying looking out of the window and saw his dad leave in the car.Wiping the tears the little girl sat beside Dave and stared at him. Dave hugged the little sister in the white beautifully furnished and painted house, wishing to be Home one day.

She Slapped me, My eyes suddenly shifted from her smile to the concrete pavement of the road. Holding my cheek with my hand I looked at her.She has folded her arms in rage.I saw at her face she was annoyed looking at me.

A warm hand at my shoulders brought me back there, I turned around and saw her face Smiling like a . . . . I don’t have words. My lips were open in dismay. My eyes were red in surprise. I did not  blink for an hour. I guess I was not breathing either. Everything stopped. That moment, that moment stopped. Time stopped. I saw her.

Her name was Jeremy, I nicknamed her as Jerry. For about two years we were like Tom and Jerry hard to live without and totally mad at each other. We played a lot, our friendship came with so many Joys and so many me gazing her like Cupid moments and hugs. She loved to hug. It was more than friendship less than a Love bond. Something I called Life.

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I found this on a blog by a friend, Sharing on My blog, Must read!

This is an old poem I wrote when I was in college, You can even find this on my facebook profile. Updating here. It’s in Hindi. About a friendship between a Boy and a Girl.

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