It was normal, it was fine, Their days were jolly, they slept on time. They had friends, lovely ones, But still something, was undone. They knew each other, texted a lot, Sometimes, they would never give a damn thought. They were not best friends, But they were friends, after all. Seldom they would see each other, Never thought of eating together. Days would pass, becoming months, There would be no sign of both of them. Slowly, gradually that day arrived, When even spirits were waiting for the twist in time. That day was lazy, during chilly winters, They had decided to share a cup of tea together. Like the leaves turn green, After rains. Like the wet mud smells, Near the sea shells. There was a twist that had come, In the straight road without a turn. Now, seldom was a seldom word, Often was the latest term. Talks and thoughts they started sharing, Everyday was a new beginning. Life was in happiness and glee, They dail