My father always used to say that one can never choose one’s family but one can choose one’s friends: so one should choose well and wisely.
Friends come into our lives in the strangest of ways :
Sometimes we find them at a bus stop,
Sometimes at a bar,
We find them in school,
Or at work,
The Gym.
The doctor’s waiting room,
Sometimes through other friends.
Friends are people whom we like
Whom we feel comfortable with
Share happy times and sad
Who laugh with us and cry with us
People for whom we’d gladly die.
But how do we come upon our families?
How do they come into our lives?
Do we choose them at a cosmic plane?
Or do we get them by a karmic lottery?
Would we choose the same mother?
The same father?
Would we choose the same child?
The same father?
Would we choose the same child?
Sometimes I really wonder.
Twenty- five Seven 
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