We were neighbours. he always use to be sick and weak. He can’t race with the wind, can’t climb trees, can’t cycle like me. He used to get tired and start taking deep breathe all the time.
but we were friends from that time when we both don’t know the meaning of the word friend. but i like spending time and talking with him.
once i remember i took him on my cycle to a nice place i knew,where the sky met the land.
we were chatting when all of a sudden a kite came from no where. we both tried to catch it.....but it was flying and dancing alone with the wind and swinging away from us