“Shamed be, he who thinks evil of it” I started murmuring and realizing my future, I turned to my cell-mate, the melancholy imprisoned poet
Eve. Aaron, who was young and tall, a soldier, spoke frequently with her. She too didn’t hesitate to step ahead. Their friendship, within few days, grew deeper
Even after his return to her, she had been as closely as she was from her five year old childhood. She also used to fill in him the air of superiority, during those days in hospital.
Anya firmly followed the verse of great English writer. “True friendship is to know all about someone and still wanting to be with him more than any other person”.
Next day she came early to college just to spend some time with Alex. As Alex came, both shared their views and pains. Alex had never till this had grown so close friendship with anyone.