Friendship. There must be thousands of posts written about the subject and you’ve probably read a fair share of them. I know I have. I’ve even written a few posts myself. Why do I return to it then? Because when prompted to describe a time when someone or something gave me the strength to get up and move on, I can only think of events involving my friends. Sure, my family has always stood by me and offered me the best advice whenever I’ve needed it and I love them for it. But, I moved away from home when I began college. I was all of eighteen and when I didn’t have my Mama’s shoulder to cry on because she was physically in another city, it’s only because I had friends who filled that void that I survived.

I remember having contracted jaundice during the semester exams one year and I was not exactly willing to go to the hospital for a blood test (I can be a very fussy patient…preferring to just sleep till I feel better). My closest friend (to whom I have already dedicated a post which you can read here) looked after me the best she could, even feeding me when I agreed to eat while I was at the paying guest accommodation. When things became so bad and I had no choice but to be admitted, before my father could reach the hospital, she was there, helping me with my clothes and trying to make me comfortable. She showed up the next morning, before the final exam to check on me while I lay on my hospital bed hooked up to an I.V. drip! She even washed the dirty clothes I had left back in our room since I couldn’t go back there myself.

I remember going through a very rough patch personally a little later. It was shortly before I took the CA final exams for the first time and we were supposed to be attending classes regularly. Since I was crying all night and waking up with eyes so swollen I could barely see, I ended up missing a lot of those sessions. But, not only did she keep me abreast of what was happening, she actually kept me together. She would let me cry endlessly to her and on more than one occasion, I’ve seen her crying with me too.

I remember while I failed those dreaded CA final exams (which I had a feeling would happen since I had a lot on my mind), she had passed. She didn’t make me feel like the total loser I believed I was and instead just blamed it on bad luck. I know it must have been really hard, because she must have been dying to celebrate, but she waited till she thought I could handle it before she let the fireworks fly. When I flunked the second time (I am not that dull…but if you have written the CA final exams, you would know that sometimes it is just the most difficult thing to clear!), another one of my friends cried when he saw how distressed I was that I failed again.

9f441eaa571dd536e61a019382978708She is my family. But, I have other friends too…like the boy who cried with me. Those who have taken me out to have dinner with them everyday just to make sure that I always slept with a full tummy when I was alone. Friends who have come home to check on me during the office lunch break when I have fallen sick. I even have some friends who include me in their daily prayers at night!

I don’t generally consider myself lucky. I mean, I can’t remember the last time I won a prize when playing even something as silly as tambola at a party and even my palms are so lined that anyone with the slightest knowledge of palmistry has told me that I am going to have a very complicated life…so, no. I am probably not lucky in the conventional sense. But, I have the fortune of a small but simply wonderful group of friends and that probably makes me one of the luckiest people on the planet. It’s a good life. What more could I ask for?

Written in response to in this together #together for Their ideas seem to have tugged at my heartstrings and am sure if you check out their website, they will tug on yours too.



She’s misunderstood,
Surrounded by those of blood –
With kin, yet alone.
Only accepted with friends;
Friends – they’re family she chose.


To the own family I chose…you’re small but I love you guys and wouldn’t have it any other way! 🙂

Debbie at The Doglady’s Den is hosting the Write Tribe Blog Carnival this week and the theme is friendship. Please check out the other posts and then perhaps post your own here.

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In a new place, she felt quite alone
With no friends, no niche of her own
Each passing day, she felt worse
Moving seemed like a curse…
Then boxes arrive
Would they survive?
Pulled off tape,
From lips,
She picks one
Holds to her nose
Oh! That old book smell…
She was with friends again
Delighted to have them back,
A broad smile finally appears
In that old book smell, she found repose.


My ode to books….and how much I love them! Thanks Connie for a wonderful Wednesday prompt!

O friends of mine!


When I saw this prompt on BlogAdda, the first thing I did was fish out my hard disk and look at old photographs. Not exactly for inspiration but because there was this sudden tug at my heart to look at those old blurry shots (blurry because they were taken on phones when 2 mega pixels was still an amazing thing!) and smile as the memories came rushing back.

The Good Girls Gang

The Good Girls Gang

Like a lot of people who make their best friends in college, two of my closest dearest girl friends are people I met there. In pre-university, I met my sister from another mother and then in college, I met another sister. We called ourselves the Good Girls Gang (I know it isn’t the coolest name but, years and years later, it still makes the three of us extremely happy when someone remembers that that’s the name we used to go by… 🙂 ). We even had this little routine we performed in sync (to everyone’s amusement I’m sure!). We were also all living away from home and staying in pretty difficult conditions in our hostels but, we had each other to share our grief and knowing that we weren’t alone was always comforting.  These girls are two people who have encouraged and supported and listened to me no matter what and although we no longer live within walking distance of each other, we are still family…and family is always family.

I also formed fast friendships with people I met while I was doing articleship. (Chartered Accountant internship). We’ve 21082010278celebrated birthdays and religious festivals together, watched cricket matches (on television and with matching India jerseys on in the stadium) and been yelled at by our bosses for making too much noise during our lunch breaks. But, most importantly, we’ve been each others shoulders during disappointments and heart-breaks and we’ve jumped for joy during good times. Even though we don’t see each other everyday, when we do meet, it’s almost like time has stood still.

I remember there was a time when I would spend ages before friendship day just choosing friendship bands and cards with the right words to give my friends and then proudly wear the bands I received. I’m older now and I think I’ve outgrown that phase. Honestly, I can’t remember when it was that I last  wished anyone on friendship day! But today, thanks to the prompt, I feel the need to say thanks to my friends for giving me some of  the best days of my life…those memories we made together will make me smile for a whole life time!

Happy friendship day you guys…



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