To friends, with love

Have always wondered how people become friends; good friends.

I think there is some contribution of the situation you are in, some contribution of the person you are, some contribution of what you think a friend is, what your boundaries are..

There are friends who have been with you in good times and bad.

We were girls starting 11th Class. We had recently changed our schools, we were all considered "good students", all aspiring to become future IITians, all weird in our own ways. Nisha was the pacifist, Shruti was the academician and I was the one who needed crash course in anger management. Boxed together in a small room of Kailash, we became close friends. Even when we are not talking everyday, we catch up.. even when we do not see each other for a long time, we do not forget.

There are friends who are in similar situation and decide to stick together.

Expats we were; removed from our homelands; plucked from our real friends.. dumped in a desert where even camels dint befriend us... We made friends very quickly and very eagerly. But we dint share our woes, we shared our happiness, we revelled in each others company for the sake of having company.

There are friends who just click; in a few meetings they become trustworthy..

Breakfasts on weekends. Laughing only at jokes which are funny, plans of a vacation together. Bitching about the things that should be but aren't. Swapping stories happy and sad. Staying in touch once separated..

What kind of place would world be if it wasn't for friends..