“Why is the river dry?” asked my best friend when i was showing him my native-town. It had been a long time since he had visited here and i could see that he was shocked.
“Well u know..because..” i tried to hide off my now apparent sadness.
“Because what?” he asked. Determination was adamant in his voice. I knew i couldn’t escape.
“Because of the company!”
I hesitated a little , i didn’t know how to put it.
“Yours” i said , guilt with a mixture of anger obvious in my voice.