Three friends in medical college.A fatal disease well fought,A promise well fulfilled..Struggle to live, dare to dream, deny to die.And a phone call: It was me, Dj, on the phone, “ Debu, Gora’s test reports have come yesterday. It’s blood cancer. We were up the tank on roof all night. I just came down to call you. He was very depressed though he never told he would quit college. They said it’s not curable. We have to..”Debu, “ where is he? Still on the roof?”The receiver fell from my hand while I rushed back…