The only time my friends were correct

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       Every evening I am compelled to take up the task of dragging all my friends on the ground to play. We all differ in caste, age and thoughts but are bound to each other by this very thin yet strong rope of friendship. And yet constantly keep plotting against each other. We played different sports in different seasons. By which I refer to the seasons determined by nature and those by us, humans.

        During IPL(Indian Premier League), our hands and wallets are forced to be massaged hoping to bring back the lost strength and money due to constantly lifting the bat, for we bat out of order and practice match fixing with the bowlers in the exchange of several chocolates or packets of chips. Since the IPL takes place every summer, balls are wacked out of the compound in broad daylight thus, ensuring our wallets never regain their original amount.

          Monsoon leaves us with clipped toenails and torn shoes. We play Football whenever it drizzles. During storms we gossip about everyone from an unknown girl in the neighbourhood to Justin Bieber's new girlfriend. We also manage to drift off topic from an already off topic discussing the political issues we know about.

        When it starts getting cold, we resort to badminton hitting the shuttle so hard that it leaves holes in the net and hitting so high that the shuttle gets stuck in the tree. When it gets too windy, we play running games like lock and key, dabba eyes spice, zombie- a game which is almost like chain tag. At times we also end up leaving someone behind and running away like a bunch of lunatics.

    This incident took place when it rained only a few times and the temperatures dropped which marked the arrival of mid term exams. Our numbers dwindled as quick as the deforestation takes place. I was with only 2 of my friends both, who confide all their secrets to me and yet always find a reason to mock me.
       We were walking alongside when we happened to meet 3 of our friends, after talking about studies they decided to enlighten me with the fact that the to girls with whom I was walking were not in their senses even when they were born and so the best case scenario would be me leaving them. I politely nodded and continued walking with them.

        While we were talking on uninteresting topics I ignored them and walked thinking of some unimportant things when they broke into a fight. Shoving and pushing each other and soon were mock wrestling.  One pushed the other who landed on my foot, trying to break free I tumbled behind and hit a wall and so fell right on my face. They begun giggling and apologizing as I got up and was chasing back to our building with them laughing all the way and I trying to look as intimidating as possible.
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Anusha

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