These are the lines I use to hear in my school days from my batch mates and I always complain god that I don't have my best friend
A friend who looks at me and understand what I am going to speak.
A friend who wipes my tears before I start crying.
A friend who is happier than me on my success and saddest when I am sad.
A friend who is enough for me to live on a deserted island or between 100 strangers
And then one fine day at an unexpected place I met you.
I didn't know that this person is going to be the reason for my happiness in hostel days.
Whose presence is enough to make me stronger in my weak days and
A friend who is enough to complete my vacant place of a best friend...
You are the best friend I always wanted you to see.
Yes You are enough to be my best friend
A typewriter lay in the corner,Reminding of old thoughts and yonder,It had memories,Of old or golden stories.I knew my dad used those,To type letters or prose,He wrote love letters to my mother,And stories to reporters.It lay in the dustAnd had got rust.After my dad’s death,His