How Four Became One!

They say some people come to your life for special purpose. When I take into account my two years journey in Devagiri, 3 people, namely Resmi, Benat and Ansu played an indelible role. I don't actually remember how the four of us came together and became the birds of a feather.But it was an ultimate entertainer.There were hard times for us which made us feel like 'climbing the Everest' was much better option , but there was that cliche mantra deep inside each of us that said' this too shall pass' which made everything much lighter. We are bit problematic, dramatic weirdo group glued together with dollops of love under the spell of some unknown powers.We may be fallible, frolicsome and bothersome which we would rather take as a compliment.And this proved me that cultural variations doesn't matter when you maintain a special boundless culture in friendship.
Love always.❤️

A.C

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