On Friendship

There are times when I smile at the contents of a “Whatsapp”. Not laugh or feel amused at a witty forward.But genuinely smile and rejoice…from the bottom of my heart.

One such instance was a recent conversation between my friend Geetanjali. She is my childhood buddy.But we haven’t met since the last twenty  years. In school, I remember her being my comrade in every possible scrape that would drive the nuns mad ( we studied in a convent). In college , though we studied different disciplines, we met most frequently to giggle over gossip. Then jobs and marriages happened. And she moved to a different continent.

We got back in touch, thanks to Facebook.


Geetanjali: Yesterday, I got an email from an artist .I have taken her classes.She was announced the Copley Master this year. She wrote to say she loved having my painting right next to hers at the gallery.I hadn’t told her that my work was selected as well.But I am so bloody unproductive and moody…..then once in a while, I hear from you with your amazing poetry…then I feel alive.

Me: * smiles*

Maybe ,I am too emotional as I type this. But wait! No , I am not emotional.What I am actually is ? Blessed. Yes, to have a friend as she, to have a friendship as this.

E.B White says  in ‘Charlotte’s Web” –“Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.”

Here’s to friendship,guys.


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