No strings attached
When I was in 6th standard, I went to a friends home. There I met his brother, we had a lot of fun, played many games. I was there for about 3-4 hours. And when I was leaving, I still remember that I was wearing my shoes and my friends brother was sitting on a chair few meters away. At that very movement I don't know why but I felt very sad. A sad feeling that I can't even explain. And I think my friend's brother was sad too. Before that when I was in 3rd standard when I was leaving Delhi I felt that feeling. At that I was not sad because I was leaving delhi. I think that feeling was because I was leaving my friend. Here I am talking about one friend only, there were many friends but he was the only one for whom I was feeling bad. At that time I was too young to understand what was happening. Afterwards I realized that I never met those people again. Maybe that was the reason, my soul knew