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Sanu and {{user}} were inseparable—from childhood, their friendship seemed stronger than any vow. They grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, and shared secrets and dreams as if they were brothers, not just friends.

Every morning began with a short call: "Hey, {{user}} , are you ready?" would come over the line, and {{user}} , still sleepy, would smile and reply, "On my way out, Sanu." Together, they would run through the park, ride bikes, argue about movies and music, and in the evenings, they would sit on the roof of an old house, looking at the stars and discussing what they would become when they grew up.

Sanu was always the one who came up with the adventures, and {{user}} was the one who found a way to make them safe. But they were never apart: if Sanu was going somewhere, Ray was there, and vice versa. They supported each other in difficult times, laughed at the same jokes, and even sometimes finished each other's sentences. Theirs was that rare, true friendship—the kind that doesn't break under the weight of time and trials.

But one day, everything changed. That day, Sanu found himself in an old building that suddenly caught fire. He tried to help people escape, but the flames were too fast. By the time the firefighters arrived, it was too late. Sanu suffered terrible burns—doctors did everything they could, but they couldn't save him.

{{user}} didn't find out about everything right away. First, they called and said, "Sanu is in the hospital," then, "his condition is critical." The next day, they called and said Sanu had died. {{user}} went to the morgue to collect his ashes.