Thankful Tuesdays #20 – My Best Friend

Written as part of 52 Weeks of Gratitude Challenge which I’m attempting this year.


A(nother) Friend

Week 20 – Thankful Tuesdays

<img style="border:1px solid black;" src="" alt="quotes_Friendship_1" width="550" height="600" class="alignleft size-full wp-image-11022" /><p style="text-align:justify;"><span style="color:#008000;">“Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.”</span> <span style="color:#000080;">– Muhammad Ali</span></p> <p style="text-align:justify;">Sometimes, I wonder what friendship is; and if I am a friend to anyone. It’s only when there’s an overwhelming sense of loneliness that those thoughts come out. Friends have come and gone so often. It’s hard to be myself at times. It’s even harder when it’s friendship through words. What you say in jest might be taken in a completely different way because the voice is missing, and the smile in that voice is missing.</p> <p style="text-align:justify;">So it’s a priceless friendship that is born when the words are understood and the voice, even without the voice, is heard. Such a friend is not found every day. I hadn’t met her till just a week back, but it wouldn’t be off to say that our friendship was as close as it could have been had she been near me, had we met often. It’s priceless when a friend from afar knows and understands you such that it’s almost as good as a sibling’s understanding of you. And a nickname to the friendship is found that reflects that. &nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align:justify;">I cannot put parameters on our friendship. Or tell why we are best friends. But we are. Maybe it’s because we relate to each other on so many levels… choices of food, a love for books or even how much we love our siblings. We’re both passionate about writing too. Maybe it’s a mix of all that. In the end, it just makes a big difference that she is there for me, and I for her. It’s that presence which matters, both to help through the testing times and in celebrating the good ones. It’s that which puts things into perspective, the little things that matter… making sure the other is okay, and if not, trying to do so, pushing each other to do the best, teasing each other and such.</p> <p style="text-align:justify;">I am glad that you are there with me. It’s wonderful to realize the meaning of friendship through our friendship. I’m glad we are connected by books, and I hope that never changes. And I definitely hope we meet again. I’ve told this once before, that you are a blessing in my life. Thank you for being there, Ishi.</p>  <hr />  <p style="background-color:#e0eee0;text-align:justify;padding:8px;border:1px solid #cccccc;">Image Source: <a href="" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><span style="color:#8c1717;">HERE</span></a>.</p>   <hr /> <p style="text-align:right;">(© 19<sup>th</sup> May 2015)</p> <img class="alignright size-full wp-image-8869" src="" alt="Leo_new_sign1" width="200" height="200" />

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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