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"Friends always mean a lot!"

Friends are the most important part of our life!! this article represents the most amazing people in my life which I called my true BUDDIES.

I'm here to share my memories related to friends whom with I spend my half life.. Same as everyone do. Everyone must have a good friends in theirs life. When I looked back and try to remember those years which I've spent with them I realized that they are worth loving. I started laughing on how we were dependant on eachother, and also get crying to have them back to enjoy the same days again... 


We can consider them as backborn in our Young age cause they were our moral supporting factor. I must say that we need to pay them A Value "A Token of Appreciation" cause - They are the first ones you call when you get news of any significance. The significance can range from life altering to a plain ‘meh’ but they’ll listen to you all the same.

You share the most embarrassing details
about your life with them, without hesitating, because you know they won’t judge you. Also, you’ve seen them do worse.They are the only ones who won’t boo you when you sing off key, dance like a drunk, or have your head down a toilet.


They possess a comprehensive history of your love life and have been there to pick up the pieces everytime you’ve been off your game. They will always be there to say, “I told you so”.


They will encourage you to follow your dreams; even if that means that you quit your job, liquidate your assets and move to Spain tobbe a flamenco dancer. They’ve always had your back; even when you
decided to wear those monkey wash jeans you think you rocked!


You are never embarrassed to ask for their help, borrow their clothes, money, apartment space, vehicles, utensils or towels. Because you know, “jo tere hai woh mera hai”.


You are attached at the hip. You are spotted at the same parties, you have the same friend circle, your families love each other and you feel naked without them around. Because come’on who are you going to roll your eyes at?


You feel obliged to hate the same people. Like clothes, grudges are inherited too and this is taken very very seriously!
You feel lost, upset, and irritable without them around. You feel the need to message them several times a day and more often than not, those texts are gibberish. But they always mean a lot!


Dear readers

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©Vanza Vishal

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