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“Strangers can become best friends just as easy best friends can become strangers.”

There was a time,
we didn’t know each other.
And, that was fine,
coz, then we were stranger.
There came a time,
when we met.
As, it was destined,
it was all set.
There was a time,
when we had a belief.
Strangers are future friends,
& being one, was a relief.
There was a time,
from strangers,
we turned to be partners-in-crime,
and witnessed all the adventure.
In a short while,
it was like,
The birds of same feather,
flock together.
To find one,
search the other.
Always having fun,
inseparably together.
Talking for long hours,
Posing for silly pictures, 
Individually Sensible,
Together Terrible.
Then came a time,
God knows, what went wrong.
The happy signs,
turned to be a sad song.
Those together all time,
were poles apart in no time.
The change was heart-breaking,
consequences threatening.
From Friends forever,
back to Strangers.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. 

Daily Prompt #1

You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?

I was sitting at a cafe,

& sipping some coffee.

Gazing continuously on a spot,

Lost in some random thoughts.

And suddenly, out of nowhere,

there appeared a stranger.

Breaking my thoughts flow,

he had a question to throw.

My name was what he asked,

God knows why, I replied.

On listening to that,

he took out a card.

and the envelope he did hand over,

I slowly opened the cover,

And was amazed to read what it contained.

A ‘sweet apology’ and ‘let’s be friends again’ note it had.

It was from a long lost friend,

who wanted a fresh start after the bitter end.

The reason he sent a note,

The reason he wrote,

was that I warned him not to show his face again,

By not coming in person, he wanted to save me the pain.

I was moved by this sweet gesture,

It indeed gave me some joy & pleasure.

After all, I too have a heart,

How could I let my friend depart?

I accepted his apology,

And this was my part of “What Happened Next?” story.