The name of the village was Battala. Surrounded by greenery and a small river flows by the side of the village. Raju, and his dear friend Shibu, lived in this small paddy village. The story of their friendship is on everyone's lips. They were complementary to each other.
They would run to each other when they were in danger, share their happiness and sorrows, and all the time they would do various funny things.
Raju's father was a carpenter and Shibu's father was a farmer. So their lives were simple, but their minds were vast. Raju and Shibu used to go to school together and play together in the field. Sometimes they would sit by the river and talk, sometimes they would sit under a big banyan tree and get engrossed in the afternoon breeze.
Once, at the village fair, both of them wanted to buy a wooden flute. But lack of money. Then Raju and Shibu decided to tell their funny stories to others and get some money in return. At the village fair, they told various funny stories.And the villagers were very amused to hear that story. At the end of the fair, they got some money and bought a wooden flute with that money. They were so happy with the flute as if the world was theirs. They wandered around the village playing flutes, singing merrily.
But days went by and years passed. They grew up with time, but the bond of friendship was never broken. After completing his studies, Raju went to work in the city. And Shibu remained in the village, helping his father in farming.
When Raju returns to the village for the first time after a year, nothing seems to have changed. That river, that big banyan tree, and Shibu—all are waiting for him. They talked again like the old days, the story of the flute bought at the fair, the afternoons spent by the river.
That old friendship never gets old. Raju and Shibu's friendship was like that - an eternal example of true friendship.
