Friends

Writing in this post is probably the most difficult thing. No matter how good you are at expressing yourself, its impossible to express the friendship in words. Maybe this is why I never thought myself to be capable enough of doing our friendship justice.

Friendship is about moments, the times spent together doing silly meaningless things. Describing moments is impossible and hence every expression I express in here is incomplete, like that every moment which will be incomplete when we will not be together. Friendship is all about togetherness. The moments just happen when you are together.

Friends go beyond individuality, this is why every person will have similar feeling about his friends, which will be different individuals but would have that same qualities. They do stupid things, make your fun, irritate you and never praise you.

Friends are all about comfort, the easiness you feel in their presence. The love they never show, is something you always feel. The support they give. They help you mock the person you hate. They help you pass those countless hours of boring lectures. It's amazing how just being together is fun. Being in a room with people sounds boring but when those people are your friends, the time whizzes past.

There's actually nothing much to write, because for those whom its intended they already know it pretty well and for others there isn't much to read. They say to define nothing, the best way is to define the absence of something. Similarly to define your friends, you need to feel their absence and when that time comes, you feel the importance, the need, the desire, the necessity of having those people around.

Your friends are also not perfect, its just that you are used to their negatives and know the positives. Developing that takes a lot of time and sometimes never just happens. What's most important is that you trust them. A trust that is forever and absolute. You can talk sick about them but deep down you know, it's someone you need.

“We are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often.”