“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” –Elbert Hubbard.
Friendship is the only bond that grows with time. It is an unconditional form of acceptance of a relation that makes an individual stronger. You always have that one person by your side who will gladly be a part of every facet of your life: fun, sorrow, grief and glee!
On the first day of kindergarten, as we hesitatingly found ourselves seated next to each other ,going through myriad emotions we began our journey of friendship . As he kept sobbing profusely, I could not contain my excitement !
As I smiled happily at him, he returned a teary smile . I almost thought I spotted a tiny spark of light in his eyes when he held my hand and slowly stopped crying. As the day went ahead, we bonded over toys, lunch , rhymes and games. The magic of friendship had begun.
Over the next few years, we grew to be the best of friends. We echoed each other’s thoughts ,were each other’s confidants and shared a bond stronger than any two siblings could ever could.
As we moved ahead, we brought out the best in each other. An incident still lingers in my mind. The annual recitation competition was a few weeks away. We practised so hard, perfected each other, rehearsed as if there was no tomorrow. Both of us wanted to win as we had been doing for all the other competitions.
The D day arrived. I confidently strode on to the stage and began my poem. Suddenly I froze; the words refused to come out. I could feel darkness envelope me. I just couldn’t remember the rest. I broke into cold sweat! Tears brimmed in my eyes as I murmured an apology and fled from the stage. I was in pain. I left the auditorium and went back to my classroom, sobbing fiercely. I didn’t even wait for my friend to do his part. As I sat all alone, languishing in my failure, a gentle hand tapped my shoulder. I looked up to see my friend. ‘So, did you get the first prize?’ I asked, through my tears. ‘What prize? I dint even go on stage.’ he gently answered taking my hands in his. ‘There is no victory for me, if you are not a part of it.’ As we began to laugh and smile between the tears, I realised that I had a friend for life, a bond that had forged on the first day of kindergarten. The words of Albert Camus echoed in my mind: “Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”