My father used to say that as we grow up, our list of friends gets whittled down to a few good ones. For me, these few are the ones who mean the most. I have heard glorified definitions of friendship, but for me it's just an assurance that they are there.
They are the people who know my vulnerabilities, my penchant for embarrassing myself, my oddities, my weirdest actions that defy logic but still accept me the way I am. They make me feel important and relevant through sweet and small gestures that speak volumes. I know I have the right to be angry with them, speak my mind without weighing my words and tell them I can't take calls because of a sore throat and yet I will not be any less loved for that. They expect me to wish them at 12 on their birthdays, and then call me up themselves to remind me when I forget. There's one who suffer my persistent banters on her Bengali skills with admirable stoicism and another who fakes an error in connection whenever he is reminded of sponsoring a treat. Another thinks I am the most mature and emotionally dependent person she can turn to in distress situations, which makes me think I never knew myself.
I don't know what I have done to deserve them, but I can trade a thousand friends for these few.
They are the people who know my vulnerabilities, my penchant for embarrassing myself, my oddities, my weirdest actions that defy logic but still accept me the way I am. They make me feel important and relevant through sweet and small gestures that speak volumes. I know I have the right to be angry with them, speak my mind without weighing my words and tell them I can't take calls because of a sore throat and yet I will not be any less loved for that. They expect me to wish them at 12 on their birthdays, and then call me up themselves to remind me when I forget. There's one who suffer my persistent banters on her Bengali skills with admirable stoicism and another who fakes an error in connection whenever he is reminded of sponsoring a treat. Another thinks I am the most mature and emotionally dependent person she can turn to in distress situations, which makes me think I never knew myself.
I don't know what I have done to deserve them, but I can trade a thousand friends for these few.
This is beautiful :)
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