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I have been spending a great deal of time at home nowadays. I realised that they are the best company I would ever have. You see, I may have a large circle of friends, but those who I can really trust are just a handful, and I am thankful for that.

As we grow up, we tend to be more forgetful. Years of friendship could simply vapourise into thin air. I tried to mend certain friendships, but I guess certain things just cannot be forced. Last Thursday was quite a dismay, after an unfruitful attempt to spend time with my bestie. Well, it was not her fault that she had to leave early. Everything was rather impromptu. However, I simply could not feel the warmth we used to share when we were together.

Although I am not the clingy type of friend, I always find it hard to accept the fact that friends change as we grow, and it would be almost impossible to retain the kind of joy we had once shared. Sad, but true. That is why I do not really fancy meeting new people, and never want to get into a close friendship with anyone new and cling to a new group of clique. The fact that we would all have to move on and leave each other is heart wrenching.

I know for a certain fact, that in life, we would have to learn the art of withdrawal. I even did an entry on that. However, till now, I never really learn to embrace it fully.


So, conversations with Dad is definitely a gazillion times more beneficial than an entire year of Muru's GP lessons on politics. And I missed Mum's storytelling sessions about stories of prophets from the Quran and Hadeeth.


At times in life, we fail to see the sight of beauty.

harangued at 8:49 PM