Saturday, January 7, 2017

Being a Friend


A phone call with a friend urges me to think about the various relationships I have in my life. Being the extrovert & friendly in nature, I end up making lots of friends. Few of them have become an important part of the family, most call me for advice & rest are acquaintances hard to ignore. Though everyone has a category & they fit nicely into it, but that does not mean they aren’t as important as others. I keep on shuffling between the categories to make them feel special.

There were times when I might have failed to express properly. There were times when I might not have understood your concern properly. There were times when you needed me and I was not there as promised. There were times when you were just around the corner and I could not see you properly. For each missed shoulder, for each missed moment I have lost a dear friend for the time being. Then there have been few stubborn ones who just refuse to leave my side, however, rude, illogical or stupid I get.

It would be easy to count on my fingers the name of my friends who have been with me through thick & thin but then I would be unfair to the ones who have been silently or through their silly jokes or through prayers have helped me get through the ups & downs of my life. Honestly, I do not want to forget them & would like to say thank you for being there. Knowing the fact I have these people/friends around me, who love me, admire me and accept me the way I am, help me sleep through the night peacefully. It is because of their encouragement and acceptance of my extreme love that today I am able to express it in words.

Words which have become food for my soul and luckily a job I am falling in love with. 

So I conclude with a beautiful poem I wrote randomly for a very dear friend –

Standing in the corner,
Waiting to be noticed,
Even if not,
Happily admiring the smile,
I know sometimes is for me.

It’s not new for me,
The appreciation,
It warms my heart,
To see your twinkling eyes.

It’s always simple between us,
I smile you notice,
I trip and,
You bring back the focus.





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