The book was old with moist blank pages
You explained how it remained empty for years
I decided to write the book, different from others
It was both painful and exciting experience indeed
I took three hundred and sixty five days to complete
Many contents were peaceful enough,
Many contents were scribbled with harsh words
Some pages contained my dynamic gestures
Some pages contained his tranquil behaviour .
One chapter contained about our self upbringing
The other contained which we learnt from each other.
Few were filled with others where we sneaked often
Most were filled how maturely we held each other .
After one long year of jostle and amble,
I returned the book back to him proudly
He gave a smile , looked at me, took me to a place
Shall we begin the story ? , I nodded and asked him
Why not publish it with both of us emphasised
Since it’s not me but us who have written the story !