Oblivion spare us this life..........

I wouldn't have it dreamt, not even in the wildest of my dreams.

A birthday gift that eats,walks, sleeps, smells and even barks.Lucky is the one, so entangled in the webs of true friendship, that even the gentlest of breeze that brings you fond remembrances of your loved ones, could make your day.

A lil pup that shall grow, as time in its chariot shall fly, seeming to symbolise the very soul of love with which it was given. Yes, let our friendship, like wine, grow older and older, stronger and better.Let us in our lives and the years that stretch its never ending trails before us, have a lot to offer for great friends :-) Let memories, decades later have a lot of happiness to offer.

For, the beauty of friendship, I believe, lies in the art of 'forgetting how to forget'

And for that note of friendship that even oblivion shall forget to curse, this soul of mine , I give.....

And so oblivion, spare us.........