Friends, Chats and Happiness

Friends are made. Through the idiosyncrasies of emotions which plaque our lives, hearts, and minds there is space for a relationship which is neither connected by blood (family) or a fainting headache that is love ( Lover, wife).

There are so many definitions of friendship. But the best part is you don’t have to have anything similar to be friends. Friendship sometimes is not about being there, a shoulder to cry on or sometimes even talking. It’s all, everything and nothing at the same time.

Family and friends. It is said it is these two which makes sense of your life in the end. Family happens by accident. But friendships? They are even better accidents. It’s like a car crashes into you and instead of death being the answer you get a gift; a gift with a mixture and bundle of subtle emotions of unknown qunatity.

But that’s friendship in the abstract. What about a friend? A friend in particular?

Let’s rewind and ask ourselves this question ? How does friendship begin? We all know how love begins….Millions of writers have done it before me. But friendship ? where does it begin ? From the heart or the mind ? from the liver or the pancreas?

This friendship didn’t have any starting pouint. They met. Said Hi. Talked and moved on. Met again later. Spoke and moved on. But as time went by. They didnt move on. They met. Spoke. Stopped. Spoke some more. Waited and spoke more again.

But as time went by the silences between them spoke more volumes than their talks. They were comfortable in each others silence and thus curiously they became friends.

How do friends sutain?

There was a curious case about this one friendship I know. We dont talk much. We never did. We never met much either. cause large distances does that. But a weekly bulleitn will be shared. Hey, I did this…Today, I felt this way…No conversation just information….sometimes it will be a pic of themselves when they feel they look particularly good that day or they went to some new place. Conversations in this friendship was overated. We knew this person was there in our life. Involved enough that i have to share everything with them. How I feel? What I did? on a day to day basis. Thus that friendship sustained.

There was yet another friendship where converstion was the lynchpin. They spoke all the time. When they met. When they travelled. When they were apart they whatsapped…It was like the conversations went round on round on everything hapening in the world and within themselves till they knew the most intimate details of thier lives. Conversations were the conerstone of their friendship and they kept talking till their hearts gave out and bodies buried in sand. Thus their friendships sustained.

I know not of millions of ways how friendships are built and sustained. I know of few by experience. And I know of many by hearsay.

What I know is this. Friendship is happiness and it is a subtle emotion of a unknown quantity.