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"I have a best friend (Caption) 🖤"

I have a best friend
(Caption) 
🖤

I've a best friend, her name is SANY
I've a best friend, she's one in many.
I've a best friend, she has beautiful eyes
I've a best friend, in whom my happiness lies.
I've a best friend, she never lets me cry
I've a best friend, she keeps my well of sadness dry.
I've a best friend, who understands what I say
I've a best friend, who gives my dreams a way.
I've a best friend, who calls me stupid
I've a best friend, who herself behaves like a kid.
I've a best friend, who's always ready to break bones for me
I've a best friend, without whom I'm incomplete.
I've a best friend, whose smile makes my day
I've a best friend, it hurts when she's away.
I've a best friend, what else do I need?
I've a best friend, she's the result of my good deeds.
I've a best friend, she's like my treasure
I've a best friend, having her is a pleasure
I've a best friend, I call her PIPPO
I've a best friend, obviously I love her more🖤
#Nojoto #A_CrAZy_GaL

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"Friend A friend doesn't speak to flatter you... A friend just shows you the mirror. A friend doesn't help you build yourself, A friend just prevents you from destroying yourself. A friend doesn't drop in a "Congrats" on your success, A friend lends a shoulder and ears when you are down and out. A friend doesn't sharpen your sword, A friend just shields you when you have lost the will or strength to fight. A friend doesn't exist around you always, A friend exists within your existence."

Friend

A friend doesn't speak to flatter you...
A friend just shows you the mirror.

A friend doesn't help you build yourself,
A friend just prevents you from destroying yourself.

A friend doesn't drop in a "Congrats" on your success,
A friend lends a shoulder and ears when you are down and out.

A friend doesn't sharpen your sword,
A friend just shields you when you have lost the will or strength to fight.

A friend doesn't exist around you always,
A friend exists within your existence.

A friend in need is a friend indeed...

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Woman gives birth in loo, confuses labour pain with Nature’s call
This is quite funny: A 24-year-old woman, who thought she was emptying her bowels, gave birth in a hospital toilet after doctors allegedly failed to notice she was in throes of labour at the Medical College Hospital, Manjeri, here on Friday.

The shocking incident took place around 8 pm as Sheenu K, of Karasshery, went to the hospital toilet to answer the Nature’s call and unexpectedly gave birth to a boy in the loo. Both the mother and the newborn, which fell into the closet first, were shifted to the intensive care unit immediately after the incident. Hospital authorites said the mother and baby are safe.

Source:
http://www.newindianexpress.com/states/kerala/2017...

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"The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see." Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house. Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door. Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window. When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time. . As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in. . Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot." "That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were." "It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left. "No you're not." He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much. . Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud. As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him." "Neither do I." . At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name. "Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me. "Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying. "At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. . I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again. I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her."

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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"#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-17 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You are no more My friend the great giver is no more No more is my saviour, The man with masculine virility And unmatched vigour No more is the man, With celestial earrings No more is my hero Who lived his life and died his death For me and no one else My heart bleeds The mind does not accept How can I reconcile to something So unreal so unacceptable That my friend with the coat Is no more With you Gone are my dreams Gone are my passions What I will do With the whole of the world When you are not there? Of what use pelf and power When my friend left the world In an empty hand? I am all alone, Only a physical body My soul is with you, My love my emotion, My whole world is with you My life means nothing to me For I do not know How to live without you But I have to die my death Without you My friend! You know Your friend Duryodhan is not a coward There is none in the opposite camp Who can defeat your friend In his art He can still win the world, But of what use, When you are not there My spirit is high In anticipation of meeting you In the sky Let me embrace death With a smile on lips And head high"

#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-17
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY 

You are no more
My friend the great giver is no more
No more is my saviour,
The man with masculine virility 
And unmatched vigour

No more is the man,
With celestial earrings 
No more is my hero
Who lived his life and died his death 
For me and no one else

My heart bleeds
The mind does not accept
How can I reconcile to something
So unreal so unacceptable 
That my friend with the coat 
Is no more

With you
Gone are my dreams
Gone are my passions
What I will do
With the whole of the world
When you are not there?
Of what use pelf and power
When my friend left the world
In an empty hand?

I am all alone,
Only a physical body 
My soul is with you,
My love my emotion,
My whole world is with you

My life means nothing to me
For I do not know
How to live without you
But I have to die my death
Without you

My friend!
You know
Your friend Duryodhan is not a coward 
There is none in the opposite camp
Who can defeat your friend
In his art
He can still win the world,
But of what use,
When you are not there

My spirit is high
In anticipation of meeting you
In the sky
Let me embrace death
With a smile on lips
And head high

#something I LOOK AT-17
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

You are no more
My friend the great giver is no more
No more is my saviour,
The man with masculine virility
And unmatched vigour

No more is the man,
With celestial earrings
No more is my hero
Who lived his life and died his death
For me and no one else

My heart bleeds
The mind does not accept
How can I reconcile to something
So unreal so unacceptable
That my friend with the coat
Is no more

With you
Gone are my dreams
Gone are my passions
What I will do
With the whole of the world
When you are not there?
Of what use pelf and power
When my friend left the world
In an empty hand?

I am all alone,
Only a physical body
My soul is with you,
My love my emotion,
My whole world is with you

My life means nothing to me
For I do not know
How to live without you
But I have to die my death
Without you

My friend!
You know
Your friend Duryodhan is not a coward
There is none in the opposite camp
Who can defeat your friend
In his art
He can still win the world,
But of what use,
When you are not there

My spirit is high
In anticipation of meeting you
In the sky
Let me embrace death
With a smile on lips
And head high

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"I have a best friend (Caption) 🖤"

I have a best friend
(Caption) 
🖤

I've a best friend, her name is SANY
I've a best friend, she's one in many.
I've a best friend, she has beautiful eyes
I've a best friend, in whom my happiness lies.
I've a best friend, she never lets me cry
I've a best friend, she keeps my well of sadness dry.
I've a best friend, who understands what I say
I've a best friend, who gives my dreams a way.
I've a best friend, who calls me stupid
I've a best friend, who herself behaves like a kid.
I've a best friend, who's always ready to break bones for me
I've a best friend, without whom I'm incomplete.
I've a best friend, whose smile makes my day
I've a best friend, it hurts when she's away.
I've a best friend, what else do I need?
I've a best friend, she's the result of my good deeds.
I've a best friend, she's like my treasure
I've a best friend, having her is a pleasure
I've a best friend, I call her PIPPO
I've a best friend, obviously I love her more🖤
#Nojoto #A_CrAZy_GaL

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"Friend A friend doesn't speak to flatter you... A friend just shows you the mirror. A friend doesn't help you build yourself, A friend just prevents you from destroying yourself. A friend doesn't drop in a "Congrats" on your success, A friend lends a shoulder and ears when you are down and out. A friend doesn't sharpen your sword, A friend just shields you when you have lost the will or strength to fight. A friend doesn't exist around you always, A friend exists within your existence."

Friend

A friend doesn't speak to flatter you...
A friend just shows you the mirror.

A friend doesn't help you build yourself,
A friend just prevents you from destroying yourself.

A friend doesn't drop in a "Congrats" on your success,
A friend lends a shoulder and ears when you are down and out.

A friend doesn't sharpen your sword,
A friend just shields you when you have lost the will or strength to fight.

A friend doesn't exist around you always,
A friend exists within your existence.

A friend in need is a friend indeed...

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Woman gives birth in loo, confuses labour pain with Nature’s call
This is quite funny: A 24-year-old woman, who thought she was emptying her bowels, gave birth in a hospital toilet after doctors allegedly failed to notice she was in throes of labour at the Medical College Hospital, Manjeri, here on Friday.

The shocking incident took place around 8 pm as Sheenu K, of Karasshery, went to the hospital toilet to answer the Nature’s call and unexpectedly gave birth to a boy in the loo. Both the mother and the newborn, which fell into the closet first, were shifted to the intensive care unit immediately after the incident. Hospital authorites said the mother and baby are safe.

Source:
http://www.newindianexpress.com/states/kerala/2017...

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"The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see." Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house. Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door. Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window. When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time. . As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in. . Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot." "That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were." "It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left. "No you're not." He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much. . Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud. As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him." "Neither do I." . At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name. "Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me. "Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying. "At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. . I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again. I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her."

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
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At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
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I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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"#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-17 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY You are no more My friend the great giver is no more No more is my saviour, The man with masculine virility And unmatched vigour No more is the man, With celestial earrings No more is my hero Who lived his life and died his death For me and no one else My heart bleeds The mind does not accept How can I reconcile to something So unreal so unacceptable That my friend with the coat Is no more With you Gone are my dreams Gone are my passions What I will do With the whole of the world When you are not there? Of what use pelf and power When my friend left the world In an empty hand? I am all alone, Only a physical body My soul is with you, My love my emotion, My whole world is with you My life means nothing to me For I do not know How to live without you But I have to die my death Without you My friend! You know Your friend Duryodhan is not a coward There is none in the opposite camp Who can defeat your friend In his art He can still win the world, But of what use, When you are not there My spirit is high In anticipation of meeting you In the sky Let me embrace death With a smile on lips And head high"

#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-17
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY 

You are no more
My friend the great giver is no more
No more is my saviour,
The man with masculine virility 
And unmatched vigour

No more is the man,
With celestial earrings 
No more is my hero
Who lived his life and died his death 
For me and no one else

My heart bleeds
The mind does not accept
How can I reconcile to something
So unreal so unacceptable 
That my friend with the coat 
Is no more

With you
Gone are my dreams
Gone are my passions
What I will do
With the whole of the world
When you are not there?
Of what use pelf and power
When my friend left the world
In an empty hand?

I am all alone,
Only a physical body 
My soul is with you,
My love my emotion,
My whole world is with you

My life means nothing to me
For I do not know
How to live without you
But I have to die my death
Without you

My friend!
You know
Your friend Duryodhan is not a coward 
There is none in the opposite camp
Who can defeat your friend
In his art
He can still win the world,
But of what use,
When you are not there

My spirit is high
In anticipation of meeting you
In the sky
Let me embrace death
With a smile on lips
And head high

#something I LOOK AT-17
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

You are no more
My friend the great giver is no more
No more is my saviour,
The man with masculine virility
And unmatched vigour

No more is the man,
With celestial earrings
No more is my hero
Who lived his life and died his death
For me and no one else

My heart bleeds
The mind does not accept
How can I reconcile to something
So unreal so unacceptable
That my friend with the coat
Is no more

With you
Gone are my dreams
Gone are my passions
What I will do
With the whole of the world
When you are not there?
Of what use pelf and power
When my friend left the world
In an empty hand?

I am all alone,
Only a physical body
My soul is with you,
My love my emotion,
My whole world is with you

My life means nothing to me
For I do not know
How to live without you
But I have to die my death
Without you

My friend!
You know
Your friend Duryodhan is not a coward
There is none in the opposite camp
Who can defeat your friend
In his art
He can still win the world,
But of what use,
When you are not there

My spirit is high
In anticipation of meeting you
In the sky
Let me embrace death
With a smile on lips
And head high

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