One thing that made my life wholesome was the bunch of few people whom I identified as friends and they meant the world to me.
I do not have many friends, in fact I always prefer being alone and I had 2 of my besties right under my roof- Mom and Dad. Hence I seldom felt the need to go looking outside for friends.
I had my first drink at home with Mom and Dad and though people may find that silly, for me that was comfort. Putting my legs on the table, enjoying a packet of chips as we indulged in one of our favourite movies, laughing and crying.
People say a girl and boy cannot just be friends because love comes in between. Thats what these silly Bollywood movies have been feeding us over the years. The truth is I made a really good friend from the opposite sex while in college. And that friendship stayed on. It was a purely platonic relationship and the beauty was we could talk for hours about anything and everything under the sun. Love never came in between and thats what kept our relationship strong.
He sometimes needed my POV when he had this tiff at home with his sister and I needed his view a when I had this argument with the Professor and had to sort out the matter.
I haven’t ever had a 1000 friends just a handful of them and my Facebook profile too has very few people. I am not one of the so called popular people who are the heart of a party but I know these few people are the ones who are my 4am friends. I know those who genuinely care for me and will move mountains to see me happy. Being with them gives me a sense of being at home, where I can talk without any inhibitions, I can blabber and cry. Its not a comfort one finds easily.
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My theme for the challenge is
“A slice of life through Myra’s eyes” – a fictional tale of growing up and learning some vital lessons about self love, feminism, sisterhood, a working woman and the essence of being a woman in urban India.