Of Friends and Friendship.

Its Saturday time to write over weekend, blogadda wants to know about what friendship means to me.

Will I did share a whiff of what it meant in my post fragrance of friendship.

Then there was that Amway phase ‘cultivate friendship with your betters’ which I mused over in my post  evaluating friendship   one written in 2011 and the other in 2015 but with days turning to weeks and weeks to month, month to years I find I see things differently.

Its 55yrs since I walked the earth. Growing up in a one horse town all the kids went to the same school, our siblings were classmates, my mother’s belonged to the same sorority and fathers met every Tuesday for Rotary fellowship. About 2mnths back someone created a whatsapp group of our class. And somewhere our collective age just dropped to being 16yrs.  It is a space that is non-judgemental, heals. Of course we do tease, but yet there is that subtle bond that exists. That’s when I realize that friends are people who know all about you and still love you.

Very honestly I look at the people in my life who mean the most; they these people who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures have chosen to share my pain and touched my wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, some where I think that is a friend who cares.

  Friendship I realize is to hang in, to stay connected.  I realize just like the friend who faces the reality of my powerlessness, the friend who tries to slay the monster on my behalf is a friend too… this friend fights for me though I do not have the gratitude to accept her championship or the grace to acknowledge my need for a champion. I realize friends don’t walk away, don’t get distracted, they are not busy or tired; one should really not take a friend for granted. Interestingly we all do it, and friends just hand on despite that. Friends are the powerful glue that holds life and faith together.

It’s rather hard to describe or explain friendship. It’s not the lesson 1, chapter 6 that we learn at school. But we have not really learnt the meaning of friendship, or we have not recognized the friends that anchor us, then we have not really learnt anything.

Somewhere I agree with write Anais Nin’s opinion, “ each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born”. Friendship can elicit joy, companionship and growth. It enriches our entire experience of the world.

Letting a friend go, is sad and difficult somewhere the person still stays with us. Sayonara my friend is a post dedicated to a very special friend who left her physical body a year ago.

Maybe Dale Carnegie is right when he titled his book,” how to be your own best friend” but like Linda Grayson says, “There is nothing better than a friend except a friend with chocolate”

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

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