It's better to be a child

Coming from a religious Brhamin family, Pramod was understandbly inclined towards GOD. Though, at a mere age of 15, he was sane enough to choose his friends.

He chose Iqbal, because he liked his company. The depth of their relationship couldn't be gauged by materialitic vision, their deep rooted bond was full of innocence and mutual love for each other. Iqbals' compass always had one extra pencil for him, Iqbal's lunch box always had one sweet extra for him and most importantly Iqbal's heart always had enough room to accomodate Pramod's each and every desire.

Iqbal would run to the world's end to fetch a glass of water if Pramod feels thirsty. Comparing them by size, Pramod was no match was Iqbal's well crafted physique. Pramod looked like a shakled pyramid of bones which looks like giving up at any point, however, Iqbal was a naturally gifted athelete and was well known for his skills in almost all the sports.

As some infamous adage says, "All good things come to an end", a few years later a riot erupted in their city. Unluckily, the riot was based on communal issues. Being from the different sides of the fences, Both these innocent souls were locked up in their own houses with strict instructions to not to enter another's community's area.

Both these untainted personalities argued at length and struggled to break free from all such pre-conceived beliefs. All their efforts resulted in cipher, Relations decimated, Trust destroyed and sadly, Innocence lost too.

These two souls blessed with all the love in the world for each other, suddenly learnt to hate the people based on some rubbish taught to them by the so called "Respactable People" of their community.

These two inseparable souls lost touch over the years, Pramod went abroad for higher studies, Iqbal took over his father's leather business. Every now and then, they kept thinking of each other, missed their small pranks with other boys. Pramod cried a few times while remembering the love which Iqbal showered on him without any selfish motive. He would remember Iqbal jumping over the wall to fetch mangoes for him and once he got caught and took a beating. Where else in the world, could there be such a self less love?

Years passed on, these adoloscent souls became matured and puzzled human being. They got married, got engrossed in their respective lives so much that they had no time for old memories.

However, as history repeat itself, Pramod's 6 year old son Suyash chosen his first friend. Pramod could not control and his emotions welled up in his eyes when he heard the name of this new friend was Iqbal.