Life............Behind the closed doors
I saw him going and kept watching until he disappeared from my sight. He was going with empty heart, holding an old folder in his hand, which often reminds me the days when we were student. What he said to me and what I often believed was two different things. Even in college days when we all were busy hanging out and flirting with girls, he was the only guy who never thought anything else except his studies. We were always two different identities even sometime I often feel bad when he came along with me. But deep down somewhere I always believed that he is not a bad guy in fact his attitude often surprises me whenever we were discussing something and we asked for his suggestion he always gave us his well known so called philosophical lecture. Perhaps this is something we often call life, we were amateur and perhaps he was the only guy among us who had seen the world more than we have ever seen. One could easily spot him from a very far place, very thin guy with whitish complexion. He
