Day 21
Dear Prem,
When I first saw you during class orientation I thought you were just another poseur gangster.
However, our first experience at Gate 8 changed all that. Over time, we've grown to great buddies, and I come to know the man behind the inked skin, smell of Marlboro Reds, proptosis and the Sexologist tee.
It's hard to be you. Misfortune, it seems, is always in your proximity. Still, after every hit I just see you stand up again and again. It's not easy, anyone lesser would have collapsed long ago. I firmly believe in the saying that what does not kill you makes you stronger, and you're my perfect living advocate for that.
The fighter is in your blood. Do your bloodline proud. All your heroes in your life have fought so much and they've not always won. However, it doesn't take away those victories they have, and how they did it with honour and integrity. You win some and you lose some, my friend. And when you lose all that big titles, I hope you will stop, take a breather and make bigger victories after.
Thanks for being such a valuable friend, and teaching me what honour, brotherhood, generosity and racial harmony mean. You made a difference in my life.
Love,
Nov.