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Friendly Addiction: Unlimited Interactions

  In life, we get all kinds of friends, some close, some closer, some strangers, some travelers. In my experience, at one point in my life, I had more than 500 friends, during my school days back in Carmel Convent School, Hamirpur, Rourkela. My parents would constantly see me getting phone calls, and visitors independent of their demographics.      My father would smile and say, "Jenny, are you an IAS officer?, that you get so many calls in a day?" . I used to laugh in response and say, "Paa, they all want me to solve their problems, and I love the attention".     How did this happen?, it didn't happen when I started school, trust me, I was really shy, hardly talking and surprisingly even my teachers in kindergarten had escalated issues, stating that I don't even show classwork to teachers during the class. I was the youngest, in my father's family and I had a total of 6 elder cousins to look upto, including my elder brother. When I started school...

Pause

Take sometime..
Through the pictures taken.
Through the faces that looked..
So close to you..
Even when you chose not to look at you.
Take sometime..
Through the story trip..
Through the tight grip..
When someone caught you.
Even when you glided to slip.
Take sometime..
Through the games back to back..
Through the knee kick..
Shouting the words that repeated just you..
Even when you were mostly down the stack..
Take sometime..
Through the dreams that got slot..
Through a dubiously magical plot..
Breathing into the lap while warmth did heal.
Even when you tried hard not to reveal.
Take sometime..
Through the laughter..
Through the fights..
Through the moment with the spark..
Through the sadness embark..
Through the loss..
That caught hold of you crying..
Through the plead..
That caught moss with you trying..
Through the endless beats..
Through the guardless retreats..
Through the passion..
Through the season..
Through the reason..
That wept behind..
Even when you just left right after the find.
Take sometime..
As when you do..
You know what you did or didn’t cause .
You know what was courage or wasn’t chivalry..
You recall the loss..
You gather the cause..
And then..
You take the most awaited pause..
After which you start looking beyond pictures.

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