A Friend Is All I Want

A friend is all I want,
A friend is all I need,
A friend who can,
Make me feel less incomplete.


A friend who is always ‘there’,
Not ‘here today, gone tomorrow’,
A friend who can share,
All my joys and all my sorrow.


A friend who will stand by me
Even if I ask for something wrong,
Because, that friend knows just what it is,
To feel having loved and lost.


Because this friend knows,
The way I think and feel.
The way I dread any threat;
What my friendship means to me.


A friend who can understand
My need to feel needed,
A friend who can tolerate,
My constant nagging and teasing.


It may be a lot to ask for,
In this day and age,
But if I find that friend somewhere,
I would never again be incomplete.

I would never cry again at night,
Without any reason,
I’d be less unhappy, insecure, guilty and lousy;
Perhaps I’d feel less like a loser, if I had that friend with me.


A friend is all I want,
A friend is all I need,
A friend who can,
Make me feel COMPLETE.

On….

The following is a chat message between me and my friend. I am sure that you must be wondering why I’ve left the topic of this particular conversation blank. But this is one topic I’ll never be able to explain, so I’ll just leave it upto all of you to decide for yourselves.



NOTE: All the names,except mine are fictional, for obvious reason.


Me: Hey! Sorry, got disconnected.
Hetal: It’s all right.
Me: You care a damn about what?
Hetal: Ketan's good side.
Me: OK. In any case, he's not the type to sit and mope around… I am sure he's moved on, and I guess I have, too... it’s just that everytime I think of him or see him, it really hurts, man!
Hetal: Rash ya, just get over him… You know, he’s not a bad guy. Actually he’s just OK… but not your type.
Me: I thought you said he was not good? I am trying to get over him, but it takes me more time than most people. Even if I hate a person, it really stays with me.... even in my hatred I think of that person... which is why I am always so... ‘exaggerating’, like Tarun says... I can’t let go easily.
Me: Anyway, I have been, and probably always will be, a hopeless case. Forget it. Maybe someday I'll learn... (fat chance, though).
Hetal: Ha ha ha.
Me: Oh, by the way, I don’t think I need to tell you that this remains between us. Why are you laughing?
Hetal: Chill, Rash. Life screws you, but you gotta move on.
Me: Actually, do, I'll laugh with you. Yeah I know…
Hetal: Didn’t get you?!
Me: You were laughing, so I said, “Actually, do, I'll laugh with you”. But, jokes aside, I don’t think I need to tell you that this conversation remains between us?
Hetal: Yeah obviously.
Me: Please don’t – even by mistake – ever mention it, or I'll never be able to live it down!
Hetal: I won’t! Trust me.
Me: I know you won't.
Hetal: Merci.
Me: Anyway, hey, am so sorry for screwing up your mood also... just that I had to tell one of you at least... I felt like I was being eaten up inside.
Hetal: Hey, who said my mood is screwed?
Me: If it ain't that's great!
Hetal: In fact I’m glad that I could be of some use for you to lighten up.
Me: Friends don't need to be 'of use', Hetal, not for me, anyway... as long as they care... I am very happy.
Hetal: I really care and don’t you ever forget that.
Me: I do know that.


Epilogue: I know, this one’s really dramatic. I do sound so filmy. But sometimes one just can’t keep one’s feelings with oneself. That’s exactly how I felt when I spoke to Hetal. This is one of my favourites because not only does it talk about a person whom maybe I once liked, (as I’m sure you must have guessed), but it also reflects my friendships – not just with Hetal, but with all the people that I have ever considered good friends in my life.