Roots Will Always Be Tangled!

Those days I was working in Delhi. One day a friend of mine suddenly appeared in front of me and smiled. A woman was with him, I looked at her and thought that she could be his wife, I bowed in a greeting post and upon seeing her, barely a word of hello came out. It was just a coincidence or sometimes supports life; Stars and planets align to give you opportunities. Meeting someone after a long time, especially dear friend, is a tremendous feeling. This moment is as indifferent as it is enjoyable.

I get lost in those beautiful moments of the past where we first met. We were together in Nagpur, the orange city of Maharashtra in the nineties. His name was Mr. Sunil and belonged to a very good family. His father was employed in a high position. Sunil was very naughty in childhood and his habits were going against the dignity of his father. Therefore he was involved in this work. He was very extravagant, thus there was a lot of people around him.

We spent time with each other, united during a crisis, we also used to fight and then again get united. Life is never dull when you were with your friends. But once we explore different paths during higher education and career stages, we will definitely have to say goodbye to the friends, but their memories stay with us. When we get a chance of meeting an old friend after a long gap of many years, we will definitely feel ecstatic. Hugs and tears will speak more than words during such occasions. The joy we experience in our heart are almost inexplicable.

I was also in the same position; I was standing in front of them but my mind was at Nagpur enjoying those days, which we had lived years before. During this time Sunil had addressed me thrice but I was standing like a statue in front of them. This time he grabbed my hand and pushed me, I cautiously asked, “I am not dreaming.” This time he held my hand and pushed me, I cautiously asked, “I am not dreaming.” He said, “No, my friend, it is me.” I shocked, “How did this style change?” Then he pointed at his wife and told me, it’s all done by her. She has changed me a lot. Read More…

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Hi ! I am Ashok Sharma. I studied at Maharishi Dayanand University, Rohtak, Haryana, India. Reading and writing have been my hobbies since childhood. Do not try to plan everything in the very last detail. Just create it, publish it and get feed back from you. But if you really want to grow then you will need points of leverage and most of them come from knowing people. Change is going to be continuous. It is a beginning, not an end. It will be my constant endeavor to thank the readers for their love, guidance and interest that I can do better than ever……..

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