Friends, Followers and the rest in-between
It feels good to have taken a break from writing. I spent the time thinking about all kinds of things. Some important, some completely mundane and trivial and a few that started as trivial thoughts and refused to remain so. One particular thread has been occupying my mind. Friendship. As a kid, one always wanted to have a lot of "friends." It was almost as if popularity could be measured by the number of other kids who knew your name. The more people who waved at you in the school corridor, the more important you somehow felt. There was probably an innocence to it. We were children after all. We didn't really understand friendship. We understood company. Some of those childhood friends, however, stayed. A few became confidants. People with whom you could share something without first having to decide whether it was safe to do so. People who knew the version of you that existed before you became particularly good at presenting yourself to the world. Then we grew up. Colleg...