Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Food and a Brother

Food.
What does it imply? Necessity? Urge?

For me,it is satisfaction. Food in college mess is bad. Very bad. I am sure it is the same for pretty much every place. It is nothing different in mine.

I have a friend. A close one. More so, friend is an understatement. Brother is apt. Tastes match. Likes and dislikes match as well. Food is what we both love.

It's an incident of around two weeks back. I couldn't eat in the mess. Just imagine. It shows how bad the food was. We met in my room. He saw me feeling hungry. To make matters worse I was out of cash.

We talked a bit. After that he left.

Moments later, he comes back, with a bowl of roasted chicken in his hand. I asked, "Why?"

"Because you were hungry,bro"

These words made my day.

Sometimes in life the smallest of things leave the biggest of impacts. And for me, this, so far, was the one.

I owe my life to him. My friend. My brother.

2 comments:

  1. Nice writing. .but at the same time all my empathy to you for this sorry state of affairs. Of course your place is not an exception..its the same everywhere, son. We mothers feel it more than you do. Anyway friends are forever. ..to take care. Enjoy this too.

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  2. Nice writing. .but at the same time all my empathy to you for this sorry state of affairs. Of course your place is not an exception..its the same everywhere, son. We mothers feel it more than you do. Anyway friends are forever. ..to take care. Enjoy this too.

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