Friendship means EVETYTHING to me.
Now ask me who my best friend is- the answer would be Ms. Suman Tiwari!
So, is there a limit..a boundary to friendship between two individuals?
That would be a difficult Q for me to answer, considering what we have both done for each other, in spite of what we have done to each other...
I don't need a well crafted apology to forgive her and connect with her again; she can't even think about my family breaking up because of her.
Also, the whole world might be against my helping her, but I have my reasons..that stand well above my respect for even my father...and that is really huge, in case you don't know what my father means to me. But I was ready to let go...of whatever my father had wanted all his life...because this friend of mine mattered much more...and she needed me.
Should there have been a limit to our friendship? Should I have let my family draw it for me? Should I have listened to my aunt and cousin and father dictate the terms of our friendship?
No. Never.
What is between me and Sumo, stays between us..I wouldn't let anyone else interfere...and I can assure you, she would do the same.
Friendship between a girl and a boy, who grew up together...Should time have told ourselves to set our boundaries as we grew up and the world would view us with misgivings?
I don't know. We didn't sit down and chart the territory...didn't make our rules...
Yet...
We must know deep within ourselves...that there are some boundaries not to be crossed...
I noticed it that day with her, when she was after me to get my phone. We went back to our childhood...she was rollicking around me..she even pulled my collar ...I was very much anticipating the next step in her usual routine...But she stopped...Just short of biting me.
It was sweet...that she almost bit me...but changed her mind.
Why was it sweet? I feel that was a moment she drafted a new rule to our friendship...it amused me.
Had she actually bitten me, would I have taken that as a combative mode or a passionate one?
Let me be honest here. I was actually anticipating it, enjoying it...and my heart had skipped a beat. But I am glad she stopped short, because that shows she has grown up...and...since I have long moved on (and will thankfully never feel for any woman that way my entire life), I welcomed this new terms to our friendship...
Friendship...means...everything...to me.
Oh, did I say she has grown up? Not at all! She still doesn't knock when she enters my room...In spite of my repeated warnings of any state of undress she might catch me in...There are no limits there. She claims it as her birthright!
Yesterday she walked into my room and thanked me for everything I had done for her, and I couldn't help but tease her out of her overconfident Sumo- self. This is certainly the only way I can dominate her and I do enjoy getting that unsure look on her face. I asked for my lawyer's fee and the expression on her face was priceless! And her quick response, so very much like her!
But I love...Let me say again...L O V E...these little triumphs I can afford...those skeptical looks, the indecisiveness of Ms. Know-it-all...I caught her totally off guard in the kitchen today...and how I loved the confusion on her face! And that knee jerk ' bhukkad' dialogue...I absolutely love it when I can control my little Sumo.
And out there on the terrace...my excitement had been at the peak, since this was the culmination of what had started ten years ago...what I had deemed irreparable had turned out to be the most beautiful relationship in my life...My Friend, My Sumo.
She looked so beautiful...and innocent...and carefree with her mango...a symbol of how redeeming the restoration of our friendship had become...
...I ached to touch the beauty of our friendship...feel it with my fingertips...immortalise that moment...and then...
...something told me I was crossing a limit here.
So then, let me repeat that question. Is there a boundary to friendship?
My answer is, yes.
And I did not cross it, right?
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(Hi Peeps,
Hope you enjoyed this monologue I imagine Shravan would have had...the way I see it, Shravan sees only his emotions...it doesn't even occur to him to look at things from Suman's POV...it is not his fault, just who he is. He has never seen anything from Suman's POV...or his mother's.
This came to me after reading Redwine's post...since I realised his physical moves that day were still confusing to many of us ...
I thought back to the one instant when Sumo herself had stepped out of the boundaries...almost...and realised that incident had been beautifully embedded into the story before this one.👏
Subsequently, we have seen them both limit their fondness to softly shoving each other...(disregarding the hug during Shravan's breakdown, since that had been very emotional)...which stays well within friendship.
Also, when I thought about the Bhukkad dialogue...during Preeti bhoj, both Pushkar and Shravan had asked the girls to serve them again.
There is an amazing disparity in these seemingly similar acts...
Pushkar was wooing Preeti already...but Shravan was just irritating Suman...He didn't stop until he got that reaction from her...It gave him such a high that he had so much control over her...Like a reassurance that this was still his same old Sumo ...his dear friend who would flip at him regardless of the time and place...it was the prelude to reclaiming that friend.
Do drop in your thoughts! 🤗
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