This is where friendships come to die

Zindagi Ka Rang-The Colour of Life

“What are you checking off there?”, the boy said.

“Just the last of today’s casualties.”, replied the undertaker.

They were standing in a graveyard. Mounds and Tombstones dotted the landscape like landmines on a map. Dust rose from the nearest one and then settled again. There was no epitaph yet. The grave wasn’t even filled yet. The boy looked inside; there were two small glasses and a bottle of wine.

“Real tragedy that one.”, said the undertaker. “They were so pr0mising. They used to drink every Friday at the Hurlington Bar.”

“What happened?”

“Oh, one lost his taste for drinking. Sobered up and got a raise and moved on.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“My dear boy how old are you?”


“Then you probably don’t know what friendship is.”

“Hey, I have plenty of friends. We hang out every week at the gaming zone near my…

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