Good friendship

He is rich

I am poor

His house in high- upstairs house

My house in down- hut

But-I and he best friends

My friend, Gowrappa, is seventeen years of age and come of a rich family of Jamendari. He is the only son of his parents. They therefore him very much is. But though they are very fond of him, they never allow him to go wrong.

The strange thing about my friend, that he is quite different from me. I like books and reading. I am clever at my lessons. I am the top boy in the class. But my friend does care much for his studies. He seldom works hard. He is father a happy g-lucky fellow and is fond of company. He is a fine sportsman and plays all kinds of games. He loves noise, laughter and talking.

But Gowrappa is not a troublesome boy. He never teases his teachers. He respects tem the most. He is obedient and well-behaved. He is a very quite boy in the class. The school is proud of him, for he has won for it many shields in tournaments. The headmaster always mentions his name in the annual report of the school.

Gowrappa is one of the most loveable boys I have ever come across. Though he is the son a rich man, he never tries to show himself off. He is not in the least proud. He is a very modest boy. He never speaks ill of anybody. He never gives himself airs, and friendly even speaks ill of anybody. He never gives himself airs, and is friendly even with the poorest. In times of joy, he is the gayest of companions; in sorrow, he is the tenderness of friends.

I, sometimes, wonder why I like him so much! I think it is because he is so good and reliable, so sympathetic and generous, so loyal and true, so free and gay, so honest and frank. I like him because he is a sincere friend upon whom one can count in one’s difficulties. He will even lay down his life for another’s sake, if need arises. He is so self- sacrificing and so unselfish! He is really a jewel among young men.