As darkness drifts into yet another sky, and the painted sunset disappears from my eye, I wonder the reasons and contemplate your plan, for making me such a poor and pitiful old man. The greatness that I dreamt of, in my much younger years, gets lost with the sun as it hides from these tears. My reason for existence is pure fiction at its best, yet greatness in my thoughts that make me feel blessed. Reality hiding away like the sun in the sky, and with the morrow I might understand why, that my life revolves around the fiction from me, instead of the truth that most people see.

Dear Friend,

With all that happens in life on any given day, we oftentimes forget what is most important to us all. With that in mind, I wanted to take a moment to dash off this short note to you.

Your friendship has been a key element of my life all of these years. I simply would not have been able to enjoy the good times in life as much as I have if you had not been around. And, of course, I do not think it possible for me to easily have survived the difficulties life dishes out from time to time had you not been at my side.

Too often friends are taken for granted. But, I suppose that it is not unlike the manner in which people take the air that we breathe for granted as well. But, in the end, it begs the question to ask where we would be without the air that we breathe.

Here's to you and to many more years of our invaluable friendship.

Your friend,

Vipul Chaudhari