Friendship Factory

Friendship factory

Cherry-dropped cakes stacked across glassed counters, my tiny pony tail dances in excitement, friendship oozes out of my eyes, as a 5-year-old, chocolate was my best friend; 19 years old now, nothing has changed. Yet again, like closely knit sweaters, it was family that taught us to share these cakes, it was family that taught us friendship.

As the clock strikes four, door bells also ring. Our badminton rackets giggle at all our wrongs shots, the cars that we framed as our hiding spots might still want our fingers to run over its glasses to trace random patterns, I’m sure our cycles have heard our voices more than mobile phones, dear childhood friend, our friendship always rhymes with joy and innocence.

We make all kinds of friends- that “When is the next train?” friend, “can you edit my picture?” friend, “I don’t understand this!” friend, “I now want coffee.” friend, “what is life?” friend and “Can I not wake up today!” friend. We are also friends with a lot of things, with pizzas, with star-lit skies, with wall paintings, with music, with sundays and with mirrors.

This world is a friendship factory; churning emotions, words and voices, sculpting relationships, spreading love and life. This world is a friendship factory where new friendships are born, old friendships are nourished and broken friendships are mended or faded. Just remember, no matter what, you’ll always be your best friend and you’ll find many more as your journey unfolds, also, this is a journey that never ends.
Happy friendship day to you! <3

-Vasanthi

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