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Friends?

"Can we be friends?" said she after some hours of nattering. It wasn't the first time I perceived this question but sudden anxiety developed inside me. I don't know what it was strange but still familiar.

"Are you sure?" I enquired.

"Of course, pretty sure. Is there any problem?"

"But we are not familiar with each other."

" Then we will."

"You are talking about the future, which is vague."


After some minutes of silence, she said, "I feel like you don't want to be friends with me."

"That's not the case. I might be friends with you, but not so quick."

"So, then do you have any best friends? If you don't make anyone your friend easily, then the best friend is the matter to be thought about. Do you?"

"I am everyone's friend but never the BEST FRIEND. I wasn't anyone's favorite."

"Oh, it's obvious. But you mentioned that you are everyone's friend, then I am also your friend, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but that's one-sided. And when anything is one-sided, it's not worthy."


"So, do you have someone to count on?"

"Of course, I do have some friends."

"Do they count on you or choose you over others?"

"I am not sure. It may be an option but never a person's choice. I was a choice, yes, but never the one who chosen."

"But everyone must have one such friend. So, why don't you?"

 "I know when everyone has to choose between me and others, no one will choose me."

"Then what about those whom you call friends?"

"I am not sure. People barely approach me. The thin thread of our friendship is over a sharp sword. It may break at any time, slowly without our knowledge."


"So it seems that you are lonely, aren't you?"

"Not. I have one friend whom I can always count on, belief in any circumstance, trust with every decision, and for whom I am the only choice."

"But........ Okay, leave it. Would you like to say who it is?"

"Sure, that's me myself."


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  1. Ayusha Shrestha25 August 2021 at 02:09

    It'd been a long time i hadn't seen your post in blog. Then today, i got the notification of the subscription facility that it directly sends the whole writing to the mail. The topic was pretty interesting and so i went through it. We have many friends but in the end we ourselves are the only one whom we can always count on to. An interesting conversation along with the acknowledgement that our freindships are just like any brittle solid that can shatter very well but also like the caffeine's effect that we can't see its effects too quickly. Anyway, keep writing and cheers to our friendship.

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    1. Narayan Adhikari25 August 2021 at 21:20

      I don't force writing and I write when I feel I should. You have always been an inspiration for me, how you cherish my writings. Thank you Ayusha for your words❤️.

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