I sat at the back and let the breeze blow out all sound, while one of my friends drove the car, and the others contemplated on the evening.....11:25pm ...a little emptiness on streets...the streets where we grew up....became friends, bicycled, had endless walks and gossipped, went to school, went shopping, went to tuitions, went for birthdays and so on....But that one night, as the breeze embraced my face and tickled it....I sensed freedom....
Is the fact that we choose to be with our friends and are not born with them........is it synonymous with freedom....Why is a ride on a friend's scooty easier to ask for than asking your cousin to drop you somewhere?
Is friendship a branch of freedom? Could be, Its always easy to break rules when friends are around, even if that means misusing freedom :)
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One can experience and enjoy freedom only with friends though it is omnipresent
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