People today are becoming so selfish that it has become difficult to call anybody my best friend. Everybody tries to exploit others. The people whom you regard as your best friends often prove otherwise.
True friends have become as rare as the dodo. A search for them is bound to fail. However, if there is somebody whom we can call our friend, we are lucky. To have a good friend is worth a million rupees, even more.
Nikhil is my best friend. He is tall, handsome and has a good personality. What more endears him to me is that he enjoys a very good health too. He is the Captain of the school football team, and leads our team to victory whenever he plays.
He is a perfect gentleman. In this he shares n, likes and dislikes. From our habits we are hardly distinguishable. In studies, as in the games, he is above the average. He has a great aptitude for reading history and often tops the list in this subject. There is a sense of purpose and seriousness in his character.
It is not to say that he is a gloomy philosopher. He is a great humorist as well. He can make as well as take a joke. He makes the whole class laugh by putting laughable questions to the teachers, and by giving still more laughable answers to their questions.
Nikhil is a kind and generous friend. It is said a friend in need is a friend indeed. From that point of view also, whenever I am hard up, he helps me even by cutting his expenses. I remember how he sat by my bedside for three days when I was taken ill. I will never forget the large stock of apples and oranges he brought for me during my illness.
Nikhil has a defect also. He calls a spade a spade, but does it in a humorous way. When I took to cheap stockings he remarked "it was the fall of Adam." Like a true friend he loves, gives help, sacrifices his interests without anything in return.