Bond of Friendship!

Last night I dined with three of my close friends. One asked me why I am not leaving the country as I have some relatives abroad. Certainly a question to think about. Well! Actually I left my country when I was barely one and half years old. Then lived in a foreign country where I was fortunate enough to have some very nice friends.

But I had to leave that place and return to my own country when I was 10. Then lived in a small town of my own country with my parents and grand parents for another 10 years. But I had hardly any new friend in the new place. I felt alienated all the time. I had to face severe mental depression for my loneliness.

But fortunately I got admitted in a good university in the capital city lately. My creator has given me some very nice friends here and I am really grateful for that. I can say, this is something unique in human experience to enjoy the true friendship. I am happy indeed in this regard...

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