Best Friend - Part B !

He looked into my eyes….

was trying to find a place…a clean…clear place which can serve him as a window…a window through which he can escape…

Escape from reality to dreamland…we all sometimes…in our life do that…

He was desperate to find that place in my eyes…but....as soon as I saw him within THEM....I turned to walk away....

I avoid him…his attempt for the eye contact…I escaped too from the whole scenario....without even a blink of recognition in my eyes to offer his empty eyes.... hmm...and that was the time when I concluded...

I have lost my Best Friend!

He had become very generous to the poor people after finishing his school with me…

...though I lost the contact with him but we always not forget to exchange smile whenever we met on the road side…

...most of the time I saw him standing up there posing on the side of the road with something to impress people…a new football under his arm...his new clothes…sometimes new shades and sometimes a hat.

Every evening you can find him there, on the same spot, liking himself, leaning back against the railing on his elbows and one bent leg, with his sunglasses to shadow the secrets of his face.

Half past five, by the clock, you could find him against the play ground's iron bars. "He poses a lot with his brand new football, cant wait to impress his fellows in the play...

..to hear them praising his new football...his shades...his clothes...." I said to myself while I was passing him by....the other day.

"Blood money !", my heart emitted…is it really true that he is part of that drug group the whole street is afraid of???

…they were spoiling the youth of our street and had deep connections with upper level of authority…and he was part of them.

hmm…he always like to escape from reality…and his generosity towards poor was in the same context…

Finally the police came to shake him down...and…I....with so many other people....passer by....standing a good distance away and watched without a sound....

I saw him within the policemen two on his back pushing him to the police mobile truck....while once he was pushed to fell down to the ground....and I cant....

Resist...looking into his face...cause I saw his eyes were searching something onto my face....that can make a bridge between us....

...may be he wanted me to say something to the police....to rescue him from their iron grasp...

But....as soon as I saw him within them....I turned to walk away....I avoid him...the whole scenario....without even a blink of recognition in my eyes to offer his empty eyes....

I have already made up my mind to escape from his friendship.