It was on an evening walk
when the birds were flying back home;
when the air had a sweet scent
and the temple bells rang far away
that I saw our shadows.
The three of us
tired after the day's work,
silently walking ahead,
happy just for being there.
I don't know how three people
always become best friends,
each so different than the other
and yet they're all together!
I have lost count
of the years for which
we've defined friendship;
from the days we dressed our dolls
to when we learnt to drive;
from the days we played in mud,
till where we're now in life.
Life leads us three
into three different ways,
but even when I stood alone,
your shadows were always there.
Our shadows,
walking in front of us,
like shadows of the three musketeers.
- By Tushita Choudhary
(B.A. (Hons.) English)
(Edited by Pallavi)
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