in the name of friendship

The magic of friendship, one can never escape it. You may try to hide from it but it will find you somewhere and anywhere. This magic has the freshness to spice up your life, to color it with all the shades; be it the sunshine yellow or the girlish pink or the peaceful white or the serenity of green; it even has the blues and the brighter orange and romantic red. It gives you passion and it even teaches us life lessons. It brings the cheerfulness in gloomy days. It’s a body part of yours which remains with for eternity. Be it bitter or sweet but it is always imprinted on your soul. It can be fractured at times which needs to be taken care of. But the essence is that friendship is very fragile, it is made strong by the moments and memories and even fights. All these things make it immune to every other external enemy.

 But in all this what we never realize is the complexity of friendship. When we become friends with someone no one ever says to us that it’s going to be a straight path. Instead it’s the path with most twisted turns and always ending in a more twisted tale. Friendship is said to be giving in all but it’s not so simple. It needs something in return and that’s where the story begins.

Once there was a group of friends, all together enjoying the life and the time of their lives. The more time they spent the more they felt connected to each other. They felt the bond stronger and eternal. But that’s the biggest blunder made by them. They never realized that it was not the group bond that was flourishing; instead it was the individual connection that was developing. This meant that nothing was ever equal. The existence of the group was questioned. The doubts travelled in the minds.

That is when the tale of twisted turns began. Now the paths crossed and the ways started changing. Losing the closeness of the person you shared cared and thought was everlasting is the most troubling. Letting the bond of yours going in the hands of other is hurting. The person going away never understands this but the one who is letting the other fly feel every damn pain, every bit of those imprints scratch to get erased but then too even those leave a mark. And we need to live with that. Giving time to time is best in this it does heals a lot but at the end it does remain eternal and ever. 

So I would just say nourish friendship but also be ready for the scratches and hurts and injuries and the entire dilemma. It is very natural. Just don’t hold the grip too tight ever. Feel it like a trance world and flow in it because you can never direct it nor confine it. It’s like flowing water taking its own course of action. It may end up into a waterfall and fill the ocean or it may dry up in middle. Just let the time play its role at the end.