How many times have we leaned on a Friends shoulder while talking. Carefree…without asking him or her.
How many times have we used a friends shoulder to fire our gun….and s/he never minds.
Whenever we felt like crying our friend’s shoulder is always available.
Important work to be done the friend never shies from the responsibility, or complains about the burden.
And last but not the least….It is that very shoulder which carries you to the cemetery in the end……
Friends….They are my shoulders :)
Friends just dont mean friends...my family, my relatives are also my friends....
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