Strings of human bonds:
Something very queer about friendship is that at times it takes place in a very strange way! Accidentally tripping my foot and getting hurt on an iron rod, I couldn't control tears with an excruciating pain on the cut on my big toe-nail. I could realise that my eyes were totally blackening out. All of a sudden I could see a lady holding my hand and offering a seat beside her. Gave me a generous helping of water and helped me out to straighten the situation. We started talking...She was telling about how she was getting acquainted with her metallic knees. I was pretty shocked. Only then did I peer into her face to see an elderly face, with a salt and pepper hue glorifying her crown. The lady told me of her retirement lately which was indeed a new life to her after having worked as a bank manager in one of those nationalised banks. A widow who had a strong married life for thirty-five years and a mother who lives in an empty nest with all her children settled abroad with their fam...