"I keep my friends as misers do their treasure, because, of all the things granted us by wisdom, none is greater or better than friendship."
~ Pietro Aretino
Yesterday I thoroughly indulged myself in my favourite sport ‘Hunting’. Now don’t be shocked and start leaping to conclusions for I love animals except of course the few which are good enough to eat. But here, I am not talking about my fondness for the few piquant members of the fauna kingdom. Yesterday was actually another of my many- many special days on which I went ‘Dupatta hunting’.
Now, if you are an Asian girl, then you’d probably know that mostly all suit materials come with this particular accessory. However, the eccentric that I am, my eyes delightfully rest on a ‘dupatta’ before anything. (The consequence of it is that I have to go searching for the cloth that would go with the accessory!) The myriad colours, the see through soft fabrics, the laces, embroidery, spangles, sequins, beads and the brocades are just a few of the plethora of things you can find on this piece of clothing. It is the first thing that catches my eye as if calling me to please come and take it off those mannequins and hangers. And then the rest is obvious, isn't it?
My love affair with them started a few years back and since then there has been no stopping. There is something so quintessentially female about draping a cloth across your shoulders with the middle folds of it resting on your curves like a caress. It is what I’d call, "A cover that despite covering you revels in the subtle and sensual revelation."
After spending hours on this interesting shopping spree, I finally managed to get my hands on this exquisite cerise pink chiffon chunri. Much as I want, for the sake and convenience of the male section of my readers I’d rather not get into the detailing part else I’m sure to lose them. So, as I was telling you about my ‘Hunt’, I was sitting in this fancy boutique (with an ambiance totally conducive to shopping!)
I was looking to my right and it was here that my gaze fell on a tapestry that covered half the wall. It showed four dancing girls with hands raised in zealous graceful motions. And they seemed connected to me somehow,bound by their ardour and something else.
This could only be described as one of those few magical moments when certain knowledge is realized, brought forth and made a part of your conscious mind. In my case, after a close perusal of what Le Corbusier would have called a fine paradigm of an allegorical ‘Nomadic Mural’, I humbly acknowledged a straightforward truth that had been staring me in the face all along. The truth is,
“THREADS not only form the basic Fabric of your Life, they also fabricate that perfect garment by amalgamating the different pieces of it together, so that YOU remain comfortable, safe and protected. Also, these threads when woven give birth to a tapestry that tells the story of your life.”
These silken threads are just like the Relationships we cherish, the people in your Life you care about and who care for you and love you. Each thread by virtue of its unique colour occupies a certain special position in our life, thus, adding beauty, colour, and most importantly strength to the body.
Ever wondered how important you are to all those people in your life? And how important are they for you? Your friends, your family, your romantic partner? Have you actually given a thought to the number of thoughts you have regarding these special people in your life? If you have, then you'll also notice that these people are never really away from your heart and mind. It doesn't matter what we are doing at any moment of day or night because their presence in our mind is like a benign mantle, a soothing panacea that constantly envelopes us in its care.
We spend our lives creating this tapestry, wefting variously coloured threads to make a design, a picture that is YOU. This tapestry is nothing but a manifestation of our choices. It beautifully shows us amidst our loved ones, dreams, plans and possessions we have and desire for. One must humbly acknowledge that there can never be anything that can make us as happy as the knowledge of being loved by our dear ones.
I never seem to get these lines out of my head. They are from the movie, ‘Shall We Dance’. Beverly Clarke says, “We need a witness to our lives. There are a billion people on the planet. I mean, what does anyone’s life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things, all of it, all the time and every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness."
This goes true not only for a marital relationship but also for all relations. Our friends are our truest companions who have both watched us grow and played a significant role in the attainment of that growth. A friend for me is someone who accepts you with the whole baggage of the good and bad you have and still loves you because that is all he is capable of. Naturellement. A friend is someone who never lets you give up on your ideals and shakes you out of both the despair and that protective soothing shell of complacency you get into when your world falls apart.
With a genuine awareness of our being, they know the song in our heart, and can sing it back to us when we seem to have forgotten the words.
The gift of true friendship is the treasure of a lifetime. So my dear friends cherish this privilege and do everything in your capacity to maintain these threads lest the knots get formed and we be deprived of the beautiful cocoon of love and care.
This article is dedicated to all of my friends to let you all know that I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH for you have always been there for me guiding, supporting, sharing, understanding and filling my life with bountiful happiness.
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"The rain may be falling hard outside,
But your smile makes it all alright.
I'm so glad that you're my friend.
I know our friendship will never end."
~ Robert Alan