He has braved a life threatening illness, and emerged successful. He did not show any signs of suffering ever while battling his illness by himself. On occasions he would loose hope to the pain but would not show it for his parent's sake.
He over came a stammering problem to become one of the most spontaneous and fluent speaker in school. He still has listeners all ears when he speaks.He has seen times where he would have everyone in a large family showering him with love and affection , and times where he would not see any one for days at a stretch.
He has never been a part of the coolest groups, the toughest gangs, or the brainiest circles. but he seemed to be every where.He is a kind of person who thrives on attention but loves being a part of the audience just as much.Its easy to miss him, yet you just cant.But then again he is as common and ordinary a guy as it can get.
I mean he doesn't claim to be a rock music fan ,he casually states that he doesn't understand English movies. has never experimented with beards or goatees. i have never ever seen a piece of jewelry on him ,. you know those chunky bracelets or hip hop lockets. he hasn't ever raced a bike on a highway in the dead hours of the night.He is so easy to miss if you don't know him .But he is the happiest, calmest and most proficient person i have known.
Or until just know. I loathed him when he showed suffering, showed his week vulnerable side to me.He was tired and felt like giving up I hated him for that. Of late he had become a source of inspiration for me. And to see him crumble , broke me too . I hated him.I mean I am like most of us, who cant look inwards to find inspiration or the drive to succeed, So i looked at him instead.I can say , he was the reason i took many a challenges in my life.I felt doomed to a similar fate, to give up when i was withing striking distance.
I was with him when he stood a high rise, contemplating a quick end to things. But he came back ,
Cant say if he came back stronger, but he came back none the less.And i realised, even the toughest of us are allowed a moment of weakness, a loud weep on a friends shoulder, or a shriek in pain.
and as he cried on my shoulder,he did so not to relive himself, but to relive me
Or until just know. I loathed him when he showed suffering, showed his week vulnerable side to me.He was tired and felt like giving up I hated him for that. Of late he had become a source of inspiration for me. And to see him crumble , broke me too . I hated him.I mean I am like most of us, who cant look inwards to find inspiration or the drive to succeed, So i looked at him instead.I can say , he was the reason i took many a challenges in my life.I felt doomed to a similar fate, to give up when i was withing striking distance.
I was with him when he stood a high rise, contemplating a quick end to things. But he came back ,
Cant say if he came back stronger, but he came back none the less.And i realised, even the toughest of us are allowed a moment of weakness, a loud weep on a friends shoulder, or a shriek in pain.
and as he cried on my shoulder,he did so not to relive himself, but to relive me
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