Growing up

The road we travel is ours alone, every step, every breath The turmoil, the confusion, the despair, the indecision The tears we shed are ours alone, every ache, every wound Our hesitation, our fear , the sinking feeling that end is near The insecurites we feel are ours alone to  fester in and drown The nervousness, the anxiety, the self doubt, the uncertainty The decisions we take are ours alone, every word, every thought The hope, the anticipation, the desire, the expectation But the beauty of it all is that the joy we experience, the elation, the pure peace Is ours alone to share, spread and forever keep alive. Nivedita Dwarak

“She used to drop everything at a moment’s notice and rush to my side whenever I needed her.”, she reminisced staring at the raindrops sliding down on the glass windows .She wondered if friendship can ever be defined in a specific way? At the outset, it is a special bond between two people that belongs solely to them and remains theirs forever to exploit or cherish. Can we set parameters for a person to achieve before they secure that coveted position in our hearts? But, that becomes impossible because ultimately people are different in their thoughts and their perceptions as what  may be considered a heartfelt gesture by one may be detested by another. We may not necessarily expect a friend to be constantly at our beck and call but knowing that they are always there for us to fall back on does wonders to our confidence. “So, what do I really expect in a friend of mine ?” she questioned f and sighed as she felt herself slipping into another reverie. We use the word fr...