Manhar.
Manhar . Manhar and I were friends since we were babies. I have a very vague memory of him now so much so that I barely remember how he looked back then, but I do know that we were really close. We spent all our time together and he was the only guy amma didn’t mind me being friends with. In fact, my mom loved him! He was a great influence after all. A quiet kid, too mature for his age, always super kind to everybody. She wanted me to learn something from him so she made me hangout with him every day. But to me he wasn’t the “good kid”, he was infact the most annoying person I’d ever known! We would sit to do the homework together and while packing my bag, he would distract me and I’d forget to pack the book only to realise it the next day. On days I’d simply be walking and he’d put his leg forward and I’d trip and fall. And when I complained about him to mom, she’d be like “You should’ve been more careful, you cannot blame everything on that poor kid”, and he would be standing in ...