someone once said, “you can’t choose your relatives, but you can choose your friends”, and I’m glad I met you. I’m glad that we are friends.
when does anyone really understand the meaning of ‘friend’? is it in school? is it when the kid sitting next to you gives you their pencil or shares their crayons?
I don’t remember who explained to me what a friend is or how to make friends, but I remember telling my maa to pack an extra sandwich when I was in school. I remember bringing an extra fork whenever I brought Maggi. I remember always sitting next to you in school.
as i grew older, my definition of friendship changed, but the fact that we’d always be ready to go an extra mile for each other… that never changed.
i don’t really know how one chooses their friends, but I guess you become friends with people who laugh at the same things as you do, who comes to you for advice when they are lost, someone who doesn’t keep a tab of your mistakes or money.
I think we become friends with people who see us. someone who knows all your flaws but loves you anyway. these people… they are there when you’re getting drunk in a bar, or when you’re about to text your ex. they are there, always. that’s what it is like having a friend.
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moment by Disha (@dishakjoshi) for The Scribbled Stories
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