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First sunday of August


When she grew up
Was not easy on the topic sharing
But as drawing A B C D graded her up
She was going easy with catching people
Playing around with them
Cycling in the streets
Finishing each other's home work
Giving company to the ONE outside the class,
When punished.
When heart started strolling towards maturity along with the head,
She opted to have a dairy because people can't digest secrets.
But when pages were less and ink in the pen dried she needed a person with open heart and zipped lips.
And suddenly head was full of chapters and heart had no place to be understood.
She found one
Than another
Ending to countable ones
But only one to be treasured.
She wasn't a witch to talk on backs
She wasn't easy to open heart to anyone
She wasn't complaining
She just used to get all her talks
All
May it be about her crush
May it be about the work stress
May it be about the chaos at PG
May it be the home issues
May it be insecurities raised by family
To that ONE
she couldn't afford to loose
Or
Few call it as a stranger whom you know
Few call that ONE as close friend
Few tag them as BFF
Few say it friends for life
She calls it one and only dependable shoulder.

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