Who would ever think that behind my big smile is a tattered friendly heart?  

Yes, I am mending a poor-torn cordial heart caused by a broken and wasted friendship. It was a friendship that was built on trust and loyalty, nurtured by time but gone very sour. 
Thanks to my work and my hyperactive, bubbly, and talented students, they have been kind and consoling without their knowledge as I pick up the pieces from this dismal experience. 







Will the consolation I get from them help me solder the fragments of this relationship? 
This is a one-million dollar query only I can answer. 

But as of this writing, I have accepted the fact that there are people whose definition of true friendship is not in consonance with mine. I cannot and I will not attempt to change it to please myself. I abhor artificiality in a friend.  


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