ReMix

            Again this is going to be to be story of kabir but now it will have a new character manya, kabir’s best friend and kabir who is  manya’s just college mate. Kabir and manya were in the same class in college so it has to be something which could be added more in this tale, but this story will be more concentrated on friendship and how and what made this two creatures one human and other nonhuman friends. Before actually starting with this, a cluster of words which I would like to add on behalf of kabir and then begin surfing on the imaginative waves : “I never thought there would be anyone who would be so important for me, I never even thought that words from someone would be an inspiration to me, she is not just a friend but a mentor, philosopher, and over above she is mirror which helps me to see what way I would look”

              Kabir and manya had been in touch in spite of passing out of their college, though they do not meet regularly after the last day of their college but that’s not an issue because farther the distance more strong the bonding. What makes this story greater is that what way this is going to be a unique format of delivering various incidents where this would be defined that she always took care of kabir though she never said it through words but she did it in her own matured way. Talking about it in more interesting way I will just say that kabir does not even has this much courage to speak this in front of her in case given a chance to show her that he valued her and does not wants to lose her in any way, Well this all is very sugar coated music but this is what is the platform of story, both of these individuals are very different in every angle, but still somehow or other they share a unique bonding of trust and understanding, In this part of lane I would just open up this altogether a new label for the blog “kabir-manya”  and cover them under the tree fiction as there are set of incidents and circumstances which will be weaved under this label.

“ to pendown something  which even my mind doesnot knows will altogether create an image of thoughts which I never bought, By this I am expecting rain to come knowing that its drought in middle”