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My Closest Yaar...

There are many platitudes about friendship. I have realized that some hold true for some friends, but is there anything that holds true for all the friends. Who is a friend?
Reminds me of all those slam books we would write in… What is love? Who is a friend? And many more such profound question. And how innocently we would fill it up.
Some of us will use famous quotations – “A friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.”
The oft-used “A friend in need, is a friend indeed”… sounds so tacky now.
Some would answer with stuff like- “Roses are red Violets are blue My friend is the best And that is you”
As I read through these, I realize that I have lost touch with most of these friends. Some of them I am not even able to find on facebook.
Today, the one thing that really defines friendship for me is that it is something that stands the test of time.

Clicking the experiences -



I know it’s such a cliché to say that my sister is my closest Yaar. So convenient, no?
Not convenient, actually…

Quotes from Nilesh Rathod's Destiny of Shattered Dreams

"All suffering is a consequence of a constant quest. A quest to follow a mirage, the mirage that is the creation of our mind, the illusion of happiness, the illusion of being loved. That is what it is. Love itself is an illusion. We misuse the word so much we forget what it means. It means nothing, because it simply does not exist. It is the destiny of the mind to seek. When it does not discover what it seeks, it gives birth to hopelessness. And given our undying spirit, from that hopelessness rises hope itself. This hope takes us to the quest all over again, churning us in an endless cycle of suffering. This cycle is called life. Suffer you will, one way or the other..."
"Children are like water; they don't much care where the stream takes them. They do nothing to avoid or follow the contours."
"Hate is a conscious emotion, but we rarely express it openly. Identifying hate in oneself is probably even more difficult than identifying love. Hate must not be co…