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What do you do when your best friend is crying?

What do you do when your best friend is crying?
There are a few persons whom you never wish to see with tears in their eyes.
I attended college as usual.
It was a regular Saturday afternoon; the cultural activities were in full swing.
More deafening cheers accompanied loud music from the auditorium.
I kept calling her from half an hour; she did not answer.
She was nowhere to be seen too.
I inquired few of our mutual friends if they had seen her around.
"She is always with you," said one.
"Heard you guys fought," giggled another.
"What rubbish ya! They're best friends, they wouldn't have fought," argued a third.
I smiled and left the place, still searching.
There she was sitting in a corner, engaged busily on her phone.
This pissed me off.
I walked up to her and said, "Answer your phone."
She looked up; her eyes were teary and red.
"You crying?" I asked in disbelief.
"No," she said.
Her voice was thick.
"Is it because you're losing in ludo?" I tried to lighten up the situation.
"What happened?" I knelt down in front for her rather than sitting next to her.
She sobbed a little.
I offered her my handkerchief.
"I won't wash it this time," she wiped her tiny red nose.
I smiled, "Tell me what happened?"
"I am hurt, can't you see?" Her nostrils flared up.
"But why?" I asked, confused.
"You hurt me," she whispered.
"What did I do?" I stood up, confronting.
"Nothing. You didn't shout at me; you didn't ask me to leave, you didn't use swear words without even thinking twice. You didn't do anything," she wiped her nose again.
And suddenly I was guilty conscious.
I knelt down again, "I am sorry."
"I decided to never talk to you again, but you were the only who came searching for me," she sobbed harder.
I put my index finger on her forehead and pushed it back.
"I am your best friend, and I can't watch you crying," I stated.
She wiped her tears dry and stood up.
"Buy me chocolate to compensate," she ordered.
"And I will never do anything that will leave you in tears," I promised.
"You better keep up to that."

Comments

  1. Giving a big hug assuring that you will help can do wonders to boost up in every ways.
    I believe that at times just saying to them - I’m here for you, & will listen if that’s what you need - is the best & kindest thing one can do.
    Everybody goes through a very rough draft of patch at times & wearing down with exhausted brains & heart & no one to turn to. That's so sickening and might end up at hospital to be checked up and get meds. Its sad and just physically spent.
    Sometimes there are strangers like this nurse who came in and simply asked you're not feeling good, are you okay? And she broke down and started to cry because she was the first person who ever asked her if she was okay, in all the weeks she had been sick not a single soul had uttered any words of comfort. It was such small & simple thing but it meant EVERYTHING.
    She was still crying extensively and all I could do was to hold her and pacify her to feel better.....
    She was my best friend and later after couple of years to my surprise she turned out to be my sister in law ��..... She was extremely happy to be related and told everyone about me comforting her with patience, kindness and understanding. My cousin brother is extremely kind towards me bcz of my actionable acts towards her....

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