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My friend Heraam has been a great companion since school times. She is very different from the rest of the friends I have.

She is reserved and silent from the beginning. She hardly interacted with our classmates. She was a perfect instance of what we call a book worm. I was the only person with whom she spoke a sentence or two sometimes. One day she invited me to her place as it was her birthday. I remember it clearly we were in the 8th standard then. I was stunned to discover that I was the only guest for the party. Her father owned two apartments in the same building. She lived in one of them and her father in the other one. I kept asking for her mother but did not receive any response. There was some problem between her mother and father so in spite of being so young she lived all alone. My heart had become very heavy when I came to know about the misfortunes she underwent.

It has been years that this incident happened. Yet quite often I find it flashing across my mind.