Chapter:2 Quality Rather Than Quantity

                   Quality Rather Than Quantity

Whenever I hear any word related to friendship, the first image that comes to my mind is her true, smiling face. If someone asks me the definition of friendship, I’ll simply say Bargavi, because she is the only one who made me experience true friendship.
I have lived in this world for 21 years, and many people have crossed my path. She also came into my life, but she didn’t just pass through—she made an impact. It’s been three years, and still, you stay in my heart.

This is the first time in my life that I can feel true love; she taught me what true love is. There were days when I didn’t even trust the word "friendship," and there were also bitter days when I believed everyone was my friend. But she proved that both statements are false. The thing is, I hadn’t encountered her before. It’s really true that some types of people are rare, and only a few have the clear vision to see the true, deeper layer of a person’s character, while others can only see the tanned skin.

I always believe that God gave me the special gift of seeing the deeper layers of a person’s character. Some look like pure angels on the outside, but when they remove the makeup, they are actually evil, wrinkled witches like "Duessa". Sometimes, I doubt whether it’s a blessing or a curse to have this ability, because I wonder if this might be the reason I can’t make friendships. People whose character tastes like sweet waterfall water to others taste like saltwater to me. People who look like penguins to others seem like serpents in the Tree of Knowledge to me, but my friend seems like a dolphin to my heart

I accept the fact that I may not be 100% right, but most of the time, God makes my vision clear. I believe it’s because I have the habit of praying for my enemies; my father taught me this way of praying when I was a kid, and it became my habit.
Since I can see and understand people’s true motives, I can’t act like I feel comfortable with them, nor can I believe they are as pure or good as they pretend. I’m not able to create false feelings from my heart. I believe this is the reason I couldn’t make more friends—because others can’t see what I see.

I was a lone wolf in my school days; I didn’t have any memorable friendship experiences. I met many people, and by the end of my school life, I was shaped into a person who believed that friendship was just a fantasy. I believed I didn’t have the ability to make friends, and I was meant to be alone. At the same time, I enjoyed solitude. I entered my college life with this mindset—I didn’t even try to make friends in college, nor did I expect anyone to be my friend. But what is meant to come to you will come to you one day. Good things take time, don’t they?

My UG college trapped me in the net of friendship. If someone asks me what Fatima College gave me, the first thing that comes to mind is true friendship. To be honest, I joined Fatima College without any interest. It was a typical, reputed institution but still I adore Fatima college, it gave me expensive life lessons, good humans and very sweet teachers. From the outside, the college seemed like a cage, but this one soul made that cage into a colorful garden. Now, I’m studying at Madras Christian College, a famous liberal institution and my dream college. MCC is truly a large, colorful, heavenly garden by itself, but I feel like I’m in a dry land without that one soul.

How can one enjoy heaven without the presence of angels? Those angels made the cage feel like heaven.

As I said, only rare people can see the true baby-soft skin layer of a person’s character. I see a blue sapphire in her while others just see her.

I just want to tell her:
Hey friend, you actually made me weak. Before you entered my life, I was a lone wolf—I never hesitated to be alone. I was a person who believed solitude was my strength and power. But after being with you for three years, you made me taste the wine of friendship and made me addicted to it. Now I feel lonely; I feel like I left my wings in Fatima College. You stole my heart, girl—you gave life to my dead emotions.

With love,
Your Dorimon