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FRIENDS FOREVER!!

What is friendship? Life? Joy? Endless chitchat- memories, nostalgia? Happiness? Somersaulting and prancing? Playing the clown together? Scholarly colleague-ship?
The answer sure is a debatable point. But let me rephrase this for you to make it sound simpler.
What is life?-
Friendship.


What is joy?
Friendship again.
What is mimicking a puppy or a kitten together or pouting or giggling?
Friendship once again.


What is scholarly colleague-ship?
Being a friend.
To every individual, friendship has a different significance. Two pranksters might stick together simply because they love bubbling around! A trio of bookworms might take time off their reading only to engage in a discussion about the books they took their eyes off with each other! Two crazy clowns might meet only on the grounds of pooling in their efforts together to get a big, broad smile on the most serious of faces! But, however it may be, to each individual, irrespective of his or her nature as a person, this is friendship. It is,  leaving no exceptions, something that carries gallons and gallons and gallons of value.
Call it consolation. Call it jokes. Call it ‘happy-time’. Call it ‘helping out’. Call it ‘being the guide’. Friendship is anything that matters. Friendship is being ‘you’ with another ‘you’.  Friendship is an essentiality without which survival is impossible. Friendship isn’t mere ‘hanging out together’, although it looks so many a time. You’re chums because of a strong feeling deep within you, and most of the time, you’re oblivious to this emotion.
Friendship is a long voyage. You need to push hard at the oars. And push together.
You need to tug when there’s a fall and scream when danger’s missed you by a whisker. You need to trudge your way through the twists and turns and emerge victorious. You need to quarrel and argue and then patch up again. You need to yelp and guffaw and chuckle and giggle!
But you need to keep your voyage going. With an occasional ‘Aye Aye’ or two, perhaps?

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