An old man sitting beside him, gently with his soft fingers wiped his tears. He seemed to be kind and sober. A cute little alleviating smile was lit on his face. Vez’s head was paining but still, he found it comfortable to speak to that man. The man took Vez to his car to aid him. The hospital was quite far and Vez’s condition wasn’t too intensive, thus he asked Vez about Ultimo. He questioned, “I often observed you and Ultimo walking down the park, how you became friends?” Vez answered but rather in the form of a story. He started “Our ego created a barrier for friendship, Yes! We both were rivals, We never talked to each other, we sought to displace each other, each and every time we wasted no chance. But all lasted till that day” he had a pause and with deep reflection in his eyes, he started again “We both were getting on for a party after matricula. We both went easily but while returning he was down in dumps as left out and me only was left. I jumped in joy cause I had a bik