Growing up I remember friendship days, 
were about glowing beads 
and never about being popular on feeds.  
 
They don’t arrive with fireworks 
or filtered frames,  
these friends who stay  
when the applause fades.  
 
They show up with silence  
that doesn’t judge 
holding your favourite chocolate fudge 
They’ve watched me fall  
apart like cheap furniture  
and still chose to sit  
among the broken pieces.  
We don’t always talk  
about the heavy things.  
Sometimes we just send memes at 3 a.m 
or share a song that says what words cannot.  
 
Yet in that ordinary magic,  
something sacred happens  
two tired hearts in their 20’s 
reminding each other they are not alone. 
Sometimes we laugh until our ribs ache 
over the absurdity of being human  
in a world that expects us  
to have it all figured out. 
 
Friendship like this is not always loud.  
It does not trend,  
It does not need applause. 
It is the friend who remembers  
how you take your coffee  
on the days you forget how to take care of yourself. 
 
The one who celebrates  
your smallest victories  
as if they were revolutions. 
On this Friendship Day  
I celebrate the ones who have  
become my chosen family.  
The ones who have seen 
some dainty chapters  
of my story and still signed up  
for the next volume.  
 
The ones who make  
my chaos feel less chaotic.  
The ones who proof that belonging  
was never meant to be earned 
it was always meant to be felt. 

This Friendship Day, reach out to iDare’s mental health experts and professionals for dedicated mental health care, safety and awareness related queries or if you need somebody to listen.

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