Cycle of Cliches
I couldn’t let this happen to my best friend!
“Let’s go now. I’ll be with you. Tell her now,” I kind of insisted.
“Dhei! Have you gone mad? How will I tell her in front of her family? And she hardly comes out on holidays. Even if she does, she always has Minoti with her.” He reasoned.
“Write a letter to her then,” I suggested, while I feared what embarrassing consequences he might have to face in case the letter fell into wrong hands!
“Umm, but what will I write? Words don’t come easy to me. Those nice, beautiful ones, which you can think of,” he said, sunk in some stream of thought I couldn’t fathom.