I Will Teach My Dad to Make Friends

How many friends do you have? If I am asked that question I will have to count the same person three times or more and increase the number. The number of friends I have is very limited. I like being surrounded by few genuine than thousand questionable ones. I am basically saying my circle is small, compact and I am Sincere in my friendship towards them.

Essays and poems about friends were homework tasks assigned during primary school days. My essay would begin with “My best friend is.….” And I don’t remember what more description I scribbled down. Yes we have been friends since my primary school days to present day.

I completed my lower secondary school then the middle secondary school and even High School. The homework tasks were no more about who is your friend and all. It was about evolution, history and geography, human metabolism, calculus, theories and information technology. The circle of my friends still remained small and compact. I questioned myself on if I lacked in friend making but I loved that close and compact circle.

Then I got into college and after one year into my college entrance my father got arrested and was detained. My semester was not over and I could not make visit. During his out days he used to introduce me his friends but to my utter amazement none of his so called friends made visit to him. May be I never got to listen to the stories of his friends. I started wondering if my dad was worse than me in making friends?

Through the observations I made about my dad’s friends I started doubting friendship. On if friends were real? Or if friends are only for good times? The story took turn when I met my college friends. They have been with me on my laughing days, then the crying days and on my normal days. I don’t have to mention them but I know they truly know who they are.

For making me gain trust in friendship now I have learnt to believe in friendship. I have limited circle of friends but I know they are genuine in their thoughts and actions. May be when my dad comes back I will have to let him meet my friends and teach him how to make friends.

To all the genuine friends around the world. Keep the light of friendship burning and passing so that someone like me and my dad might start believing all over once again.