Recently, I felt a strange connection to the world, almost to the point of feeling surreal. It felt like I was in the murky cesspool of drama, emotions and yet, a smile was plastered to my face. This was my attempt in vain to let the introvert in me to get to know the over-enthusiastic grown adult in me. An understanding that was so profound that it spurred me to do something about it. All I know is to write, so here I am. What is this “revelation” I’m ranting about? I actually and finally understood the term ‘friendship’ and what it means to me. I’ve had a lot of friends in my life, but there is always only a handful who will stay by you, nurture you, and feel like family to you. This attachment to that warm comfortable feeling could be cloaked with emotions that are so pure and virgin, unadulterated by hormonal feelings towards the opposite sex. Emotions that are tagged with chastity, and has an underlying political celibacy that goes with it. You may ask, “Why, potato? Why? What’s with all the drama?” One can never blame a potato for being cheesy or corny, but today it’s not about the mushy, yummy croquette. Today is about being a raw salad- straight from the heart, healthy and in all goodness.
We have all had this friend, someone special with whom you can actually define “fromance”. As much as I was proud of my “coinage”, I was disheartened to learn that it already exists but at the same time, was so glad that it was spot on! This is probably how a roller-coaster of emotions work. In reality, friendship is always tied with romance in a very unconventional way, which will hypnotise even lovers to “fall in friendship”. We all have this friend, who has been through your every victory (like the time you finally had the guts to send food back in a restaurant that was so pathetic that even inhaling another morsel would have killed you) and every embarrassment (like the time you wanted to make reservations for dinner, but ended up calling the hotel instead of the restaurant, where the front desk misunderstood your dinner reservations for room bookings and had you endure a five-minute awkward conversation).
Life’s big picture always involved that one friend worth writing about- the one who is always the first to read my posts, and in this case, offer an awkward hug later because that’s the best he can emote. That friend who is mature beyond his age, and who will assume roles of your big brother, best friend and a confidant so easily that you’ll never notice the transition. That one friend who will never be replaced- who you can still call at 2 am and lament about why “Trump is so not America’s trump card” or exhaustingly muse about your life over an amazing cup of filter coffee on a lazy evening. Over the brook of life, where getting married or being relocated would be something “regular”, this is the one friend who will still miss my strawberry jam, and I, his diplomatic self. Priorities change, so will people, but someday this post is going to bring a smile to our faces, when we won’t be doing 9 pm coffee shots or impromptu beach rides any more. This post is a thank you to my friend- someone I love, with no tags or labels. Thank you for being there, Mr. Beans!
It’s not because I’m a potato that I’m saying this, but “that’s how we roll“! If you have made it so far, remember I’m so proud of you and would love to hear from you (it’s salad day, so please be healthy, and let’s not junk on potato, please?) 🙂