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What friendship means

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We have celebrated friendship day this Sunday. And thanks to my lovely friends Aradhana, Pushpa and Vartika for making this day meaning full after long time. I was not in touch with them since log time but God bless these smart phones, I got reconnected with them on WhatsApp. When I was going through many messages over WhatsApp, one incident clicked in my mind. We were in class 9th I guess and we all ( Aradhana, Akaksha , Pushpa and me) were in Bareilly.Girls remember ??? We participated in "Prantiya Khel -Kud". Pushpa our sports girl participated in many sports activities..race, high jump if I am recalling it correct. Also she got her name enrolled in "Art Competition". I am not able to get my neurons finding what was the theme for this competition but she practiced a paining I can still describe. It as having Tulsi Das sitting at river bank with something in his hand ( Pushpa don't get angry if my visualization is wrong :) ). Fine !! She is a creative personality and I appreciate it a lot. I was fan of her art skills from that time only. Sports I never liked though !! And girls let me disclose name of a friend who also had participated in art competition " Akriti Saksena" ( Am I wrong ??). Aradhana, please correct me if I am calling up wrong name. She was nice, cute girl with sweet voice.I must say she was also good in paintings. Now that incident which I was talking about.. After worst food of that school where we stayed, Akriti got sick. Loose Motions !! And our loving school with limited funds couldn't give enough medication to her. So she got real weak in a single day. By the way I still remember one thing. Akriti got "Dove" soap with her there. And after reaching Bareilly, we all went to washrooms for getting out hand washed and for other stuff. I forgot to carry my soap to washroom so Akriti offered her to me. That was first time I used "DOVE". What a soap, at-least better than my Lux soap ( I was bored off using that by that time). Continuing to Pushpa's story, she participated in her sports challenges and done very well. And talented girl Pushpa, secured prizes also. Now time and place of art competition got announced. Pushpa decided not to go for it and let Akriti contested it alone from our school. She took Akriti with her to the specific room where that competition was organized (as she was low because of loose motions) and didn't participate herself. I asked Pushpa why she is not participating.Her answer was real honest and above board. She said she had already secured few prizes and she waned to leave a place for Akriti not to contest against her. She said she was praying God for easement in Akriti's health and as she was little okay, she wanted to give her a chance to win that art competition. She actually didn't want to challenge her own friend, specially when she was not okay. That time also I was touched with Pushpa's thoughts and till date I really admire her good heart for others. This is real friendship. Sacrifice for friendship and love for a friend!!

You rock Pushpa..
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  1. Wow ..I got goose bumps. Really touchy incident...feeling great that I found such good friends.. :)
    I remember that we participated in Sanskrit natika also,,Shipra was Lakshmibai and I was jhalkari bai...

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  2. Thanks Shipra, feeling wonderful today , mai toh yeh incident bhool hi gayi this. I don't kW wt to say, bas yahi kahoongi ki mai bahut khusnaseeb hoon ki mere pass tum jaise frnds hain. Kisi bhi insaan k liye Garv ki baat hogi agar log use uski achhaiyon k liye Yaad kare. I feel really lucky ki tumne mujhe mere achhe kaam k liye yaad kiya, Aaj friendship day pe pe mere bare mein likha. I m feeling really special. Thanks dear. I m always there for u. N maan gayi yumhari yaadastha ko Yaar.

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  3. Balikao..dhanywad.. as I said earlier also achchi bato ko yad krte rhna chahiye esse aap achcha feel krte ho jisse related hai wo uske bare me..

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