My Unknown Friend

Part 2:


  Before stepping out he prayed to God to either give him a reason to live or else take his life ..
His mind was blank , he had no thoughts actually he was fighting with himself . 
He stopped in front of a river with his tearful eyes .
After sometime he heard a sound of footsteps. He sensed that someone was approaching towards him and so he wiped out all his tears . A boy sat behind him, he ignored that person and was indulge in his own thoughts . Suddenly, 
his glance fell upon him and he recognised that boy . He was Saurabh , his classmate . He asked Saurabh " what are you doing out here at this hour ?" 
He replied " I generally used to take a walk through the way to help people who are distressed. " He further added " and today I think you are the one whom I was searching ." 
He asked him that whatever he is saying is literally bouncing back from his head .
. He pleaded him to elaborate whatever he wanted to say .
Saurabh , being cunning lad , got that Siddharth was not in a good situation mentally so he took full advantage of it and said " Actually I have one medicine which helps people to redeem happiness ". 



       To be continued !!

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