Call Me A Friend

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Call me a friend, and do you know? Friendship s a drink that changes with the seasons, It's a soft cold drink in the heat strokes, It's a cup of tea in the showers of rains, With Dosa Masala or other snacks, It's a tasty fruit juice in the autumn of life, And when a friend is shivering with cold, It's a cup of coffee with baked cashew nuts, It's a glass of water in all seasons, Not for drinking, for wiping the tears, For washing the face and removing the dirt, At the end of journey a blessing for the traveler. (Dosa Masala is a South Indian Snack and my favorite snack as well. I wrote about Valsa George that she is queen of description. She replied as to what she should call me, I don't take much time in replying, specially to ladies)

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