LOST, NOT FORGOTTEN

Sometimes, when I sit quietly with a cup of tea and look out of the window, my mind travels back to those golden school days, the days when friendships were pure.

- Kiran

Among all the memories of my childhood, one name always brings a warm smile to my face — Khushal, my best friend in school. We studied in the same class from the third grade. I still remember the first day I met him. I was a shy girl and he was cheerful. Somehow, he decided that I needed a friend, and from that day onward, we became inseparable.