What’s the trait you value most about yourself?
Baneet stood looking at an abstract painting. The splash of colours in the painting complemented the geometric patterns which were its primary focus.
Inay who was standing next to Baneet stood quietly, though not by choice but rather due to lack of any form of response from his friend.
Baneet and Inay exited the art gallery under the evening sky and headed for the bus stand.
“I saw it too, the paintings. All of them and all of each and believe me, there was nothing more to it than what I had seen and yet you stood there spending all that time to see apparently something which I missed,” spoke Inay
Baneet and Inay stood facing the road, waiting for the light to illuminate the sign for crossing the road.
“There is always more to it,” spoke Baneet and turned to Inay, “if you are looking for it.”
Both of them crossed the road and walked past the walls of glasses that stood in front of the shops.
Inay spoke, “A lot has changed, about you and about me, but you never had any flare or insight into art. You are a content editor, what changed?”
Baneet and Inay stopped to get two cups of tea from a makeshift tea stall and stood waiting for the contents of the small disposable cups to finish.
“I became more observant,” Baneet said, “trying to look for errors and scope of refinements in the world of words and focussing on the punctuations which guide these words. I realised it gave me a bit more insight into the life that I led.”
“So, now you can see more everywhere?” asked Inay
“Not everywhere and not all the time, only when I am looking for it in things I am interested in and there are occasions which are result from force of habit,” replied Baneet
They threw the empty cups into a dustbin and resumed their walk to the bus stand. They approached a turn and turned right; the bus stop was in view.
“We have been friends since school days, tell me what is your honest observation about our friendship now?” asked Inay
Baneet and Inay stopped at the bus stop.
“How about we talk about it some other day?” said Baneet
“A day which might never come,” said Inay, “so tell me now.”
Baneet sighed and began, “When we were small, the mutual interests we shared as a child, brought us together and we became friends, but as we have grown our interests have varied and we have become two different persons who are still friends because the only thing connecting us is a memory of a childhood together.”
Inay smiled, “Well this proves there are things which you fail to notice or perhaps I sense a lack of interest.”
The bus arrived and Inay climbed in and a confused Baneet followed.
Early Morning Memories 
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