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People in our lives........

Couple of days back I had a long chat with a friend who had just returned from India. When he was there, he met two of my best pals in school in Madurai. The funny thing was that I got know of my best pals in school through another friend. I had no contact with them in the last three years. I took time to recollect friends right from my school days till my last academic year in London (four different cities). Only a tiny proportion of friends are in touch with each other.
However, there are a few friends whom even I meet them after a long gap, I get a feeling of having met them just yesterday. I personally beleive that of the many friends I have here, only a tiny proportion of them would in touch if seperated by the distance.
It made to reflect on people who really matter in my lives. I found it hard to find anyone other than my parents and my sister. The three are the ones who really mattered in my life in this world, through my joy, troubles, tribulations, success and failures. At the same time, I would like to qualify that I had/have the previlage of met great friends who sacrificed a lot to me. But, on an overall basis, parents and sister were in a different plane when compared to the best friends I had/ have.


leena said…
Hi!!!!!!!I can't agree more with you as I think if I died this moment the persons who will miss me inconsolably will be my bro and sister. This is not to say that I don't have very good friends I do have but I like to just clarify something John!!!it is just we can't compare friends and family ( are blood relations) so there can be no is like comparing apples and oranges at the end of the day good Friends are essential and crucial to one's well being as one' family.

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