Wander Bay

Vignesh was the perfect friend I would have ever had. He had small sweet eyes that smiled alongside his lips, and that was a sense of reassurance of faith. His hands were always cold for warm Cochin days. Even from far off I could recognize him with his ears that stuck out, in a very cute way. Vignesh and I were never Best of best friends, we were made to sit on the same small bench by our class teacher, that’s all. But then, I had loathed her for that decision of her’s then, but now I know why; I was destined to be his first and last friend. Like I said, I hated sitting next to him because he used to regularly have nosebleeds and throw up blood. As a kid of class II, I wasn’t scared of blood at that time (surprisingly, now I am), nor was I irritated by his behavior but just that he was a little odd. He never went in anybody’s group, most importantly, he never had any friends. He would sit alone at a corner and smile occasionally at his classmates passionately which were met with...