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I am not bothered by the fact that I am unknown. I am bothered when I do not know others.
- Confucius, The Analects

Among all the posts on blogs I have read till now and the ones I have written I have never come across a one like I saw on my friend's blog just a few days back. There were pictures in it and I can't explain enough how deep they could penetrate into my heart and spread happiness there. Though writing the old Chinese saying which was something similar to "a picture is worth more than thousand words" would sound dull and appear like a cliche, I was flattered by how my friend managed to give that much appreciated human touch. Never the memories of these moments will be forgotten by me.

It is always desirable to write sweet words in praise of friends, appreciate their companionship, write how we feel for them and when we are with them, write some refreshingly new quotes by young writers, present a few old adages on life, love and friendship and give gleam and perfume to our feelings in text. But they never suffice. To have the people right beside us, to be able to see them, to be able to hear them whenever we want to, to hear them when we don't know what we are looking for in our lives, and to hear them telling us that they love us, will always be by our side regardless of what we turn ourselves into...

Lines of similar kinds can go on for the reason that we all feel nice reading what touches our hearts. It is difficult to take the facts, accept them and live with them wholeheartedly. I salute all those who have stayed this way, never allowed their emotions to interfere with their intellect and never showed any signs of biased behaviour. I could never become that. I always had preferences and priorities. Some of these betrayed me, some became a lot more important than I had earlier thought of them as and some just remained as mere priorities. I didn't think much when I saw my friend's blog-post. The thinking had already been done and the result was there. There was no realization either - it wasn't required. There was a smile, extended gloss in the eyes and there were words "it's unfair that it has to end". Allah decides.