{"id":1701,"date":"2013-08-03T04:27:36","date_gmt":"2013-08-02T21:27:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogbox.indianeagle.com\/\/?p=1701"},"modified":"2016-07-26T19:57:26","modified_gmt":"2016-07-26T19:57:26","slug":"friendship-day-story-of-an-nri-and-his-friend-in-india","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.indianeagle.com\/travelbeats\/friendship-day-story-of-an-nri-and-his-friend-in-india\/","title":{"rendered":"Heart-touching Friendship Story of an Indian American & his Friend in India"},"content":{"rendered":"
\u201cThe plane gained speed, left the ground, took a leap and began to fly high making its way through clouds in the blue domain. Some loving faces, left behind at the airport, became invisible. The things on ground appeared to be tiny specs. The earth seemed to be the surface of a grand football. I was looking out of the window, with teary eyes and the mind full of hopes. I was carrying luggage and the memories of my childhood, school days, bicycle, the banyan tree in the courtyard, the riverside playground, the festival food and\u2026.the best friend in the neighborhood<\/strong>.\u201d Such slices of real life are the stories of many NRIs who were born and brought up in India. They left their childhood friends, caring and loving, while going abroad. The moments of playing, flying kites and prancing around with them are now haunting memories in the album of the mind.<\/p>\n