Thank You, Friend

I was twelve years old when I met my best friend. I was a very quiet and shy person then. All my teachers told my mom that she is very quiet, she doesn’t talk at all.

Now I couldn’t share what was going on in my house, parents fighting, grandparents bugging between the fights, like a soap opera my house looked like a set where the characters took their sides and the worst was, for me to choose. Hello! I didn’t want to do that, so I guess it affected me as I didn’t socialize much and kept  to myself or was quite most of the times.

I saw my best friend on the first day of our new class. Her smile made her face radiate like an angel. I just wanted to be friends with her, wanted to know her more than her name. I saw her talking to others and thought what if she doesn’t accept my friendship. That would have been humiliating.

But then one day I decided to talk to her. I walked to her and said, “Will you be my friend?” She smiled and quickly said, “Yes, why not.” I was so relieved. That was too simple.

She was a true friend. We were very fond of each other, so much so that others thought that we were sisters. But we were not, and I was happy to hear this. We shared our tiffins together, she helped me with my home work, I helped her with understanding the lessons, I could not fight so she fought for me with others.

I was no longer bothered of the “family drama” or “family politics”. There were times when it affected me, but I was no longer bothered. May be because I had found “a friend in need is a friend indeed” or may be teenage hormones had triggered the tolerance level or a changed behavior, I don’t know….

We both loved talking or it would be me, talking and she, patiently listening to me. We were friends for five long years but they were strong. Then she moved to a different city. We exchanged our communication address, back then mobile phones were new and expensive, in short either of us didn’t have it. We wrote letters for good three continuous years and then it slowed down and finally stopped.

I still remember those days and miss her a lot. She changed me from being a shy and quite person to- if nothing more, then at least talkative. I sometimes think had she been with me I would not have made friends with anyone else. But then, whatever happens happens for the best. Over a period of time I have met great people in my life. There are a couple of good friends on my list. I’m thankful to her for becoming my strong shelter during those turmoil years of my life. She holds the definition of true friendship to me in all the ways possible. I hope her good, healthy and abundant life as I write about her and remember her (now).

Although I don’t have any photos of hers or ours, I have managed to capture her face in my memory so clearly that I still get a good glimpse of her in my dreams (they are not hazy, they are as clear as is reality to me). I still meet her in my dreams, chat with her, express my happiness… and then suddenly wake up realizing that it was a dream. Perhaps a glimpse of life had we still been friends.

Daily Prompt: Something So Strong

Have an idea or should I wait for some

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What are you doing? Shhh! I’m busy, very busy right now. But I don’t see you doing anything. Don’t you see I’m ideating? No, I don’t see. All I see is you sitting. Yeah! I’m sitting to get ideas but you are disturbing me. “Ok, do you want me to go,” asked my friend, yes, please?

I don’t know there are times when I call for it and there is no sign of it. There are other times when I am busy and it stalks me in my wakeful and sleepy state both.

Yes, I’m talking about the ideas, creativity, imagination, inspiration…you can call it whatever name pleases you.

Is it so difficult to create ideas or is it difficult to create inspiring ideas? I guess when the idea is in your mind you don’t know the true nature of it and it is not that important then. “An idea has come to my mind,” this is what we say or I say. This idea can be related to my household chores or sometimes it could be churning out my creativity at work and the other times it could simply be about what I plan to write and how I write it.

We don’t make any preparations to receive it; it just comes and we just register it at the time being. Of course, what we intend to do with it, is something that we can decide for later. We could abandon it, work on it or simply share it with someone; it is totally your choice.

In this whole creativity process, I believe that it is not the idea that takes much of your effort, but it is that priceless seed of an idea that you need to wait for. This idea if I may say, “works like a miracle”.

You are not certain if it will come, when will it come, where will it come or how will it come. That’s why to me it is no less than a miracle.

There are times when my idea bank is zero (this happens when I’ve had a bad day at work or my boss has eaten my head instead of his lunch). Oh, there is one other time when it goes blank, when I miss my electricity due dates (I don’t mind others, but this is important).

Then there are times when I try to fish for the best idea from my mind pond, but I’m not sure which one to concentrate at. Sometimes when they come, they come at an electrifying speed; if I focus on one the others run away. I guess they sense me as a predator. Therefore, I choose to run after one, I catch it as well. Then I try to remember the other beautiful ideas but now they have just vanished. I try to concentrate, hard, very hard but I can’t get them back.

I think this process is similar to planting a seed in the soil. And then waiting for it to spring to life. How many times have you noticed random plants finding shelter in your garden other than the ones that you have planted? I have noticed it many times, and wondered where did it come from. Of course, there could be endless possibilities but the exact time, the right amount of sunshine, rain, water and other conditions made it possible for them to come to life. Wouldn’t you agree?

I guess the ideas are also like that you don’t know what is the right time or the right resource. You cannot determine at a moment if something or someone inspires you. You do not know what picture your mind has clicked, that could emerge as an idea for later.