Amar was happy for coming home after a long time. As he sat inside the
train, he bought a bottle of Frooti, his favourite drink. He was surprised to see
the old mango drink in bottle form. Earlier, he used to have it in a box container.
As the train started to move, Amar got immersed in a deep thought
of his good old days when he used to play cricket with his best
friend Ramesh and after they returned, his mother used to give
them Frooti, which they liked like anything.
Such was their friendship that they thought of opening a shop
together called “Frooti Shop” which would sell only frooti.
But destiny had something else for them. Their
‘FROOTful’ plan went for a toss the day Ramesh got selected in a reputed
college for his good results and Amar in not such a good one.
Their roads got different, friends got different and finally it took a toll on their
friendship. Within a year, a fight over a petty issue broke the frinedship
completely. A couple of years later, Ramesh went out of the country for
further studies and Amar found a job.
He was returning home after 3 years. He had stopped
drinking Frooti after his friendship broke. But he couldn’t resist that day.
As the train entered a tunnel, he suddenly saw some objects flying
around him, trying to tell him something. Amar tried to
ignore the objects. But they insisted on telling their story. They
were “RAMGO” and “SHYAMGO”, best friends till
now, even after death! Surprising, isn’t it? This line was enough to make Amar
interested in their story.
“RAMGO” and “SHYAMGO”, best buddies, lived on a big tree.
Everyone talked about their friendship. All mangoes used to love them. They
played and spend time together. They got drenched in
rain and enjoyed the light breeze under the moonlight. They also helped
each other with leaf-shades during sunny days
One day, Kabir bhaiyya came with a saw and broke their house.
They pleaded, cried so much, but all went in vain. RAMGO and
SHYAMGO got separated when they were loaded in baskets and taken away,
never to meet again. After a month, when SHYAMGO was taken near the
pulping machine, he saw RAMGO’s dead body, lying in the basket as he was
taken out to be thrown in the vat. SHYAMGO knew that his death neared too
and was going to be in the same position as his best friend.
SHYAMGO was dead, his body thrown in the same vat as his friend. They
met, but after their death.
However, their souls got united once their juice was put in the
same FROOTI bottle. They decided to narrate their story to the person who
would be drinking that bottle of FROOTI.
Amar’s eyes were filled with tears. He understood the true meaning of friendship and what it means to lose a friend, that too if it is the best friend.
train, he bought a bottle of Frooti, his favourite drink. He was surprised to see
the old mango drink in bottle form. Earlier, he used to have it in a box container.
As the train started to move, Amar got immersed in a deep thought
of his good old days when he used to play cricket with his best
friend Ramesh and after they returned, his mother used to give
them Frooti, which they liked like anything.
Such was their friendship that they thought of opening a shop
together called “Frooti Shop” which would sell only frooti.
But destiny had something else for them. Their
‘FROOTful’ plan went for a toss the day Ramesh got selected in a reputed
college for his good results and Amar in not such a good one.
Their roads got different, friends got different and finally it took a toll on their
friendship. Within a year, a fight over a petty issue broke the frinedship
completely. A couple of years later, Ramesh went out of the country for
further studies and Amar found a job.
He was returning home after 3 years. He had stopped
drinking Frooti after his friendship broke. But he couldn’t resist that day.
As the train entered a tunnel, he suddenly saw some objects flying
around him, trying to tell him something. Amar tried to
ignore the objects. But they insisted on telling their story. They
were “RAMGO” and “SHYAMGO”, best friends till
now, even after death! Surprising, isn’t it? This line was enough to make Amar
interested in their story.
“RAMGO” and “SHYAMGO”, best buddies, lived on a big tree.
Everyone talked about their friendship. All mangoes used to love them. They
played and spend time together. They got drenched in
rain and enjoyed the light breeze under the moonlight. They also helped
each other with leaf-shades during sunny days
One day, Kabir bhaiyya came with a saw and broke their house.
They pleaded, cried so much, but all went in vain. RAMGO and
SHYAMGO got separated when they were loaded in baskets and taken away,
never to meet again. After a month, when SHYAMGO was taken near the
pulping machine, he saw RAMGO’s dead body, lying in the basket as he was
taken out to be thrown in the vat. SHYAMGO knew that his death neared too
and was going to be in the same position as his best friend.
SHYAMGO was dead, his body thrown in the same vat as his friend. They
met, but after their death.
However, their souls got united once their juice was put in the
same FROOTI bottle. They decided to narrate their story to the person who
would be drinking that bottle of FROOTI.
Amar’s eyes were filled with tears. He understood the true meaning of friendship and what it means to lose a friend, that too if it is the best friend.