When friendship hurts

I still remember those days when I and Stan were inseparable. We used to spend countless hours together. Until one day when I met with a serious accident. That accident was a turning point in my life. I do not remember every detail of how the accident actually happened, but all I remember is that I was severely injured. Doctors had advised me to take rest for three months. Just the thought of staying home, doing absolutely nothing scared me! But I had no other choice; I could not walk due to a major leg injury that came as compliment along with the accident. For the first two weeks I was enjoying the attention I was getting from my family and friends. But, little did I know that my friends began to look at me as a pain. Everyday Stan would call me and learn about my days stretch.

Three weeks passed with this same routine. He told me that he was feeling very lonely at college without me. And one day he called me and said he was invited to a party by some senior college mates. He asked me if whether he should make it to the party. I told he should definitely go because chances such as this do not come often.
Getting invited to a senior college party was a huge deal. So he went and had fun, he called me the following day and told me every detail of the party. For the next couple of days I did not receive any phone calls from him. I tried calling him; there was no reply on the other end. Finally, Stan called a week later! He had a few excuses. I was just too stupefied to believe that he was not able to find a single minute to make a call to find out if I am doing well. That night I called him again and I told him how I felt. Stan told me he had to expand his social circle. He did not care about me anymore; he had drifted far away from me. I did not even in my dream expect this from Stan. A friend whom I trusted the most hurt me like this. It was the fourth week; I went to see the doctor. The doctor said I would recuperate in two weeks. I called Stan and informed him about my fast recovery. He wasn’t as excited as I though he would be.

Two weeks passed by and I had completely recovered. The first day back to college after the accident, I searched for Stan. He was nowhere to be found, other friends told me he hung out at the college dorm with his new friends. That evening I saw him in my computer science lecture, he ignored me. At that moment I realized he was not the same Stan anymore. This experience changed my view of friendship. I learned that “Never make someone your everything because when they are gone, you have nothing”. My life did not end there; I have learned to accept reality.

P.S.this is just an imagination..so yaarum yen mella paava padda vendam..:P