Giving meaning to life

Every face, you know, has a crying face of their own or that of others...

Jay didn't notice him as he stood beneath the canopy of India Gate, but he was looking at his white watch, which gleamed in the evening light; there weren't many visitors that day, but his friend, on whom he placed all his weight, was shorter than him; his eyes weren't busy on the watch but were probably on watch.

How cool is the breeze...Before he could complete, Jay insisted, "I know why we are here every evening." Eventually, he turned towards the road with his eyes closed and his hand flung in the air.

"She isn't yet," Jay said, throwing his hands in the air.

other, "as he closed his eyes and felt her presence."

The air was thick, which created a thick blossom scent. The sea was still. A soot wave of wind blew. The light blue floral empire dress that covered her fair skinned body was pushed by her thin long hands to cover her lithe legs, clean heart faces shape, little nose perfectly suit his face.

Wind stops at a sudden and the crowd seems noiseless he breathed his last breath when aesthetic pure creature, she arranged her balayage blonde hair mildly irked which were scattered across her hazel eye, small smile little lips like petals of rose, soft .

She stepped quite slowly, not matching Shruti's pace [her friend] and surveilling him by stretching her eyeballs as far to the left as possible.

Unfortunately, Jay had already noticed Shruti in her black t-shirt and blue pants; it was the first time Jay had paid attention to a girl. He was misogynistic in any case, but this time he managed to ignore the fact that her black hair in the air was staring him down.

He followed her, like he was hypnotised. Finally, had to open Romeo without catching the eye of his owner, Ms. Shah. Shyam was slidding behind him, holding his grey shirt tight to stop him.

Still, Jay was in his world, following Shruti, who had now stopped to see the suspect. The moment she turned back, Jay saw her face for the first time and was amused and slightly unconscious. Trying to get eye contact, Shruti's eyes went large and full of horrid. She ran with her full potential, Jay still smiling, and couldn't understand the sight. He heard Remoe's bark and stayed there, acting as if he cared about the dog.

Although Romeo knew him, he bit him because Jay teased him some days earlier, showing him the crappy and fresh bread, which was indeed his favourite food.

"How did he bite him and what the hell he was doing and why were you both there?" bombarded the questions from Jiya, whose father was a doctor.

"Nothing, just some fresh air," Shyam said as innocently as he could.

Mr. Dave came out and surprisingly asked, "Why is he smiling after injecting 3 needles and not even sensing any?"

"I think he is still under the thoughts of that huge dog, and his face is like that. "We can't tell if he is happy or sad," struggled Shyam while answering.

"Sir, one request: please do not tell anything to their parents please." Shyam requested

"Not giving the fees and moreover asking me to lie his parents "murmured Mr.Dave "look I am doctor and its my...."

"No, sir, I pray you sir," acted Shyam. "Please, sir, this is the last time."

oof whispered Mr.Dave as he remembered the last times of every ,

"OK, but this is the last time. You both will surely close my clinic. Now what ?

Get out of my sight and don't forget to fetch that idiot, "roared Mr. Dava breathlessly.

At school, everything was fine except the smiling face of Jay, who was now fearing Shyam. In recess, in the recess, class room, even in the toilet, he was silent and smiling, as if someone had paused his optical nerve to send a signal, but Jiya was more curious, nagging until Shyam mildly scolded her. On the way back home, Shyam was driving the vehicle instead, as he valued his life more than his friends. He dropped himself and handed the scooty to Jay.

Jay just whispered his first sentence of the day, "Hey, meet you in the evening" with a cunning smile and a red face.

In school Shyam was like quite , shy , peace loving , happy, and sincere guy and in jay stated himself as smart , genius, handsome, careless , free guy . But in reality, they were both lying. Shyam was still an introverted person, and I avoided approaching him. Later on, I realized he was just smarter about things; he opened his mouth when needed and spoke only what he needed. Jay was like a river, always flowing and always getting to the right place.

In our group, Shyam was indeed the most unlucky and bled, and Tarun the most lucky

If I close my eyes and dive into the ocean of my heart, it will show me the picture of Farhana and Yug laughing in every situation; Tarun adjusting his glossy hair, (sofia) Ananya, her gaze drawn to Shyam, who is always in the corner, excluding himself from the joy; Jiya, pretending she knew what they were laughing at; Om, as usual, attempting to tickle Jay; making him angry is solely his responsibility; Jay attempting to impress Shruti.

Yeah Sorry forgot to introduce myself. Hi, hii I am Diya, and my best friend is Shruti. My life was simple, just waking up, getting to school, eating, sleeping, and the day gets over being only child of my rich parents I have all freedom and thing I needed , not in search that my parents should give me some time, I was happy with my life with my group.

As it is rightly said, "every day will not be the same." My life also changed with the changes in my school and city. We shifted to Delhi.

As expected my first day at school was the worst ever but best anyway