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Changing Asif wasn’t a piece of cake. Our fights weren’t cut off so easily but this time he seemed to make an effort to resolve. Our fights began to increase in frequency, but it didn't used to last for more than some hours and it became less painful too. There was a time when being angry with each other I threw him my shoes, he picked them up kept it in his bag, and went his home. I had to borrow one from a hostel student. Udaya used to have perfect attendance, but lately he was bunking the class often. I was worried about him, the time when I needed someone he was there. But Asif don't used like me talking to him much so I often avoided him for no reason to avoid our arguments. For one week when Asif was absent due to his fracture during his basketball match. I used that time to see what