Personal Narrative: Best Friends

1661 Words7 Pages

The silence filled with hope was shattered by my best friend who was beside me. This is not the first time regretting about my choice. Our first day hand shake is imprecise to me. It was eleven years back in kinder garden. His eyes were red and a kerchief his mother pinned it on his shirt wasn’t seemed to be enough. My biscuits and chocolates first ceased him from crying and my talks to bind our friendship. Those days with the knowledge of only cartoons and foods, our likes and dislikes were identical. And the sole criteria for friendship satisfied. We both liked jerry, we both loved the uncooked noodles and rice. We never watch power puff girls and never miss cricket matches. And when I attained the maturity bridged with innocence, now I …show more content…

And I ll slowly explain u what had happened. He entered our class room and the room was filled with chorus echo “good afternoon sir”. the homework session is the last fifteen minutes and thus he started a new lesson. I couldn’t understand anything as far as he taught. May be I would have understood if I would have tried to listen his class. at last the moment came, he put his chalk piece on the box and erased the board. He slowly appeared near the first bench, between those smoggy dusts.
“any doubts regarding todays class?” is his standard question on all day. I looked at my watch and told to myself its only 14 minutes to bell. And I prayed god that no one should have doubt on todays topic. But some smart guys started, I was hopeless how to stop them from asking questions and ended up shouting “sir homework question…… sir homework question”.
For the second shout, he turned to me and signalled me to maintain silence for a moment. The time he took to explain was so long and each second I would have rehearsed the answer thousands time. but when I looked my watch it was 13 minutes to bell. Then I realised that a minute was like an hour for …show more content…

This might be my last handwritten notes. This might be my last day. This might be my last minute. I am not sure of my life. I am doubtful, will my life holds my lifeless body till this last letter. When my parents and brother cried in hospital, when my teachers saw me with kind eyes, their gentle scratching of my hair, their pat on my back, all the preference were always first to me. Now no need of pushing my classmate from his place. All the chance starts from me. Our physical education sir’s whistle with my hands. I am controlling the traffic jam in the ground. All were in my hands, I thought I became close to them. but their closeness later told me that I am leaving far apart which they are trying to nullify by coming close to

Open Document