I am sure almost all of us cried on our first day of school. That feeling of being snatched away from your mom, your first friend in this unknown world, must have brought hysteric tears to your eyes. Then slowly tears gave way to a big smile in the ensuing days – all thanks to the tiny hands of a friend who held yours and together you were able to make that bond called friendship. These most special bonds become a source of myriad of experiences over the years making us smile, laugh, cry, shout, celebrate and get into trouble all the time. Some friendships last an hour, some a few months or maybe a few years and some last a lifetime. Recently, I got back in touch with one of my first real friend (we studied together in class 1 and 2) after 22 long years all thanks to a common friend and of course Facebook and Whatsapp. Two people who met briefly right at the beginning of their journeys, remembered each other through the thick and thin of life. I plan to visit her soon in Switzerland and have loads of fun - something that we missed out on all these years. But yes, we will remember to celebrate responsibly. Wink!
I would like to share a small story from my school life. A story that reflects that fire makes the gold shine brighter or tough times make friendships stronger. Sample this - we were 2 friends in class 8 (well within our teens and senses), convent school in a small town. Both of us enjoyed our time together in class, lunch and play. Neither of us were into big school gang etc. Then came a third friend in the picture. We started off as common friends but slowly the friendship between my friend and this third friend started to become stronger and jealousy started to creep into me. One fine morning I went to my 2 friends and said something nasty. The third friend pushed me hard (so much so that I fell down on the playground). Anger rose in me and I scratched the face of my friend (some blood could be seen). I was angry that how did she let the third girl hit me and didn’t do anything about it. I also saw a slight smile on her face when I fell. Before either three of us could get the sense of what had just happened, another girl from our class saw me scratching and immediately complained to the teacher. What followed was a huge lecture and a forced patch-up attempt by the class teacher.
Obviously I was crest fallen and ashamed of myself by the end of the day. Kept thinking about what I had done and fearing that I have lost my one real friend forever. Then came the most difficult morning of my life – the morning after. I reached school reluctantly and saw my friend at the assembly. I couldn’t muster enough strength to go to her. The only thought in my mind was to run away. Then I saw her walking towards me. She came to me, hugged me tight and murmured a sorry. That’s it. It was enough to wipe away all the bitterness, anger and awkwardness. The slate was clear. The bond was stronger. Forever. Three years back, the two of them made it to my wedding, flying in from different parts of the country – my only two friends. Moral of the Story - share a hug. It’s the only thing needed in the most difficult emotional situations. It strengthens the yaari dosti of friends and makes them last a lifetime.
P.S. This blog is intended for audience above the age of 25 years.
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