the fountain pen...

she is my best friend..
i phone her atleast 10 times in a day.
i share each and every moments in my life to her.
ya..she s y best friend.

no words to explain more about her..

u should understand it from these 5 lines. k??


then, yesterday a tragedy happened in my life.
first i felt that it is the tragedy .later my mind understood that it is not a tragedy..
it is a great realization in my life.

the story begins yesterday morning at 8 am.
we were going to the college.
i bought a fountain pen.
when i reached to her ( she was waiting for me in the road when i was in the shop) she asked me 2 show her the pen.
i did it.
it was green pen.
she demanded to return it and buy a blue one.
i could itagree with her.
i reacted violently.
she was more horrible than me.

i realized the fact that there is a direct relation between her and  draculla ( written by bram stocker).

this is the starting of the ending of our friendhip...
the srory continued untill 11.30 am


result:-

the result was the identification of the original character of my own friend and the starting of the search for a new friend.