The Beauty of Friendship

It’s Friendship Day today. It’s a day when friends show that they really care for each other. That they will always be there for them, no matter what happens. Friendship is an emotion which cannot be expressed in words. This is the beauty of friendship. On this day, friends tie ‘friendship bands’ on each other’s wrists as a mark of their friendship. It is a gesture of their affection and concern. True friends can just look at each other and their words will be conveyed. Only a true friend can console another when nobody else can, understand the other’s feelings. A true friend will celebrate in his pal’s victories, give words of encouragement in his failures. There is not a trace of jealously in true friendship. It is a pure emotion which comes straight from the heart. There are many things which are spoken of only amongst friends. Friendship is a golden thread which bonds many people. When we look back upon the years, we will not remember our academic results but we will definitely recall the sweet memories and happy times spent with friends. Friendship had no bounds and restrictions. It is timeless. Our childhood pals often remain in our circle of friends even after the passage of many years. Reunions are some of the most joyous times in one’s life. One should have at least one true friend whom we can depend on even with our own life.

Friends are the most important ingredient in this recipe called life!! The more friends we have, the more joyous our lives will be!

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