Friendship

I have tried to understand the word ‘friendship’ not because I wanted to but because I was forced to, by circumstances. Friends who push you on when you are down but what do you do when you are the last man or woman standing? Let your friends lie on the ground and groan in pain? What would a good friend do?

Instinctually my hands should go to the guns holstered on the sides of my cowboy pants and shoot down the assailants but unfortunately for one bred in Gandhi-land the hands go instead to pull up the fallen and stricken. Every heart that bled in your defense should find a new rythm if you are to conquer new lands. Therefore the friend in me would call a cease-fire and ask my friends to take time to heal themselves…knowing that I am just a call, a hello or an e-mail away. But friends, when I extend a hand to pick you up you must make that effort to give me your hand.

So make that effort. My hands are extended to all of you. I have a multi-pronged mind now to receive your signals like a multi-handed goddess. For a person who doesn’t distinguish between friends based on caste, creed, sex, intelligence,colour or religion I am pretty okay with being ‘just good friends’ After all we have a long journey ahead…