One.... Two ....Three..and Four....there I stand counting. I won't miss to count even a single one. The red one...the green one....the rotten one and the dead one....I will count them all. I honor them, so I count. They seem to have suffered like me. The "pulls" and the "pushes", the "swings" and the "snatches" I have seen them taking all in. Like each single moment in the past, I won't stop to gaze at them from the rear window of my room.....I always peek at them...and count them secretly....

Every thunders fall upon them...and every Blisters they have lived...Every hails beat them to death....With the faint hope they continue to live..I often feel that they are so close to me as friends...coz we have been living the same situations....I keep getting sad always....Each of my friends is living me away....Few are left...hanging so fragile....I keep my fingers crossed...and Alas ! they leave me too...Few more days. I will see them around, slowly turning numb.....motionless...speechless....and then within the next day....invisibly engraved...Yes it is how our friendship becomes a legend.....forgotten legend..

No wonder, it is just the matter of delay...but someday I will be engraved together on them....I will be gone....but more of them will keep falling...falling on me...I will be lying....and smiling on them from my six ft suite....and they will cover me until the next season...

Every next minute, I am shading my life like the tree on my backyard is shading its leaves, my friends.....and...my bygone friends...