Essay on My Best Friend

A good friend is a real blessing, and I am lucky to have one. My best friend studies in my class and sits next to me. We first met on the day I joined this school, when I knew nobody and felt lost. My friend shared a tiffin with me and showed me around. Since then we have been together. My friend is good at mathematics and I am better at drawing, so we help each other. We play, laugh and sometimes quarrel, but we make up before the day ends. What I like most is my friend's honesty. If I am wrong, my friend tells me so, and does not laugh at me when I fail. A true friend makes joy double and sorrow half. I hope our friendship lasts for life.

Everyone needs a friend. We can talk to a friend about things we cannot say to anyone else. I have many classmates and playmates, but only one of them is my best friend.

We met on my first day in this school. I had come from another town and did not know a single face. At lunch break I stood alone in a corner. A cheerful child from my class walked up, offered me a paratha and asked my name. From that small act of kindness, our friendship began. Today we sit on the same bench, travel by the same bus and live only two lanes apart.

My friend is neither the topper of the class nor the best player in the school, but is sincere in everything. Homework is always done on time. The notebooks are neat. In class my friend listens carefully and is never afraid to ask a question. I have picked up many of these habits just by sitting on the same bench.

We are different in many ways, and that makes us a good team. My friend is strong in mathematics; I enjoy languages and drawing. Before exams we study together. One explains fractions, and the other explains grammar. In games, my friend runs fast and I keep the goal. We share books, jokes and even our pocket money for a plate of samosas.

A real friend is tested in difficult times. Last year I broke my arm and could not write for a month. My friend copied the notes for me every single day without being asked, and came home to explain the lessons I had missed. When I win a prize, my friend claps the loudest. When I make a mistake, I am told plainly, but in private.

It is said that a person is known by the company he or she keeps. Good friends lift us up, and bad company pulls us down. I am grateful that my best friend makes me a better person, and I try to be the same kind of friend in return.