Recently, I came across an old photograph of mine with my brother, sister and uncle (mom’s brother). It’s colors had faded. I was nice and thin wearing a fiery red salwar kameez, my sister in a green frock, my brother wearing a short dark pant and checkered shirt looking very boyish with thick wavy hair on his head. My uncle, a young man in his early twenties, looking dashing in his shirt and printed lungi. The four of us are sitting near a lagoon (the famous Kerala backwaters), which is just about 100 meters away from my house. The ground is very green with grass, the backdrop is of thick, old, gnarled trees and coconut trees. My uncle, being only a few years older to me, was more like a cousin, than uncle. We are all looking at the camera and appear to be smiling at some joke. Memories came back of an era and a way of life gone by.
Lately, I have been working from home. Many people think it is the ideal way of working as you get the benefits of working as well as staying at home. I agree with them, to a certain extent, but it also comes up with another side-effect. The absolute blurring of work-life balance. There is no clear cut distinction between your work space and home space, work time and home time. Here, we may be attending an important meeting and immediately after that the kids will come back from school and they need our immediate attention.
I have known my best friends for 35 years of my almost 40 years of life. I can’t remember when we became friends. But they (2 of them) have always been part of my life. So, what do I do to deserve and maintain such good friends. Nothing, actually.
We just know each other inside out. We, being of the same age, been through all stages of lives together. If one of us is having a problem, we reach out to each other. We have sought each other when making life changing decisions. The best thing about having a best friend is that you can be yourself. You can be sure you will not be judged by the choices made by you. And you can tell your heart out and be sure that it will remain with the friend. And even if you don’t tell your heart out, the unsaid will be understood by your bestie.
Since then, we have all got married and got busy with our lives, our kids and families, but we still know that we are there for each other. I also did loose contact with them for some time but when I was going through a crisis, they traced my number and called me up. And the first thing they said was, ‘we know how you are feeling’, which was more than enough for me to cry my eyes out and spill out all my woes. I remember the lazy days we spent sharing our desires, loves, hopes, dreams, fears with each other.
And I thank God for giving me such lovely friends. Really, what would life be like if we don’t have a few best friends!
Do you — or did you ever — have a Best Friend? Do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most? Tell us a story about your BFF (or lack thereof).
i came across this interesting post about eve-teasing. And as rightfully, the author says here, we are so used to it, that we are not even giving it a thought. And the perpertrators are getting away with it.
This is one of the entrances at the Bassein Fort in Vasai, near Mumbai. It’s a 17th century fort built by the Portuguese.