Friendship never diesHe's from my neck of the woods. Once he and I were as thick as thieves but time runs and turns everything. I had blind faith in him but gradually his traits begin to get exposed and experiencing all those new development I was shocked. What I could say or react. It'd become a matter of Put a sock in it for me.
Once I saw him throwing a wrench in the works just to create unnecessary problems for Mrs David, a widow and a gentle lady. When I heard about it cat got my tongue, after all, he was my friend. How he could do that.
On one occasion he was proven wrong by Mr Paul but how cunningly he started Pot calling the kettle black. And last but not the least he tried to create a rift between Anna and me. How mean he was. Eventually, such unexpected incidents made me think about why I had been with him for this long period.
I was utterly incommunicado. How long I could hold my horses. At last, I decided to break my ties with him. I was not happy at all but I had to take this tough decision. What happened between us- one man Vicky, my friend, was worried about this break because we all three were best friends. But time has decided a separation in this tie.
Ronnie went to the US and I flew to Australia to look after my dad's Sydney unit. Life got changed. I had no contact with Ronny, however, Vickey and I would talk to each other. My happy go lucky lifestyle superseded rather miraculously into breaking my brain into business type routine mundane. I successfully occupied our Jakarta and Dubai units too and I forgot to look back into the past. Anna often reminded me to get friendship tie into socially acknowledged bondage. My parents were also bulldozing on my brain all the time to get Anna to bring home. Meanwhile, two years have flown away. I am not a nostalgic type emotional creature though but sometimes, it happens and I was drowned in emotions- rather deep down. I was gazing at all my old photographs and videos and feeling tears in my eyes. Why I was feeling lonely for my friends, I wished if they were with me. Could a man be happy without friends - so what if they were devils. ? Perhaps, not. I was at home because of being under the weather. This is why I was thinking too much about gone days. I was so deeply engrossed that I could not notice my phone was ringing. It was Vicky. I was startled when he apprised me that both the devils including Ronnie have already landed at the airport. And I was rushing towards the airport to catch them before I could kick the bucket.
(My entry for 'Creative short story writing' contest)