Genuine Friends Don’t Keep Scorecards
~ Marcus Aurelius
I was once unsure if anybody would like me, let alone fall in love with me. or accept me for who I was. I use to feel ugly, lacking, and … fucked gorgeously!
That’s my story when i was in my 10th, 11th, 12th all the way to the 2nd year of my undergraduate degree at Islington. But after that, something organically changed.
Long story short, I clearly remember that this holy ramification in my mindset over my own identity came about only after I met my best friend. Manish — a sweetheart of Tangal, Patan.
As, someone wise, unbeknownst once said, all you need to get through all the shitloads of thick-and-thins in life — is just one person.
Fuck,
He is the one in my life!
He taught me to take care of my own shit. Embarrassing and Inflammatory as it may sound but he honestly did teach me to dress up, taught me to talk to seniors or even the girls; For simplicity sake, let’s just say that HE’s the one who had me Man Up!
Above all, he also (without-him-knowing) taught me an important lesson for life, and, i.e, — to Love Myself!
YES
L.O.V.E
Y.O.U.R.S.E.L.F!
He’s a forever — Brother! Friend!
More on our bromance here.
Or just search for ‘Manish‘ on this blog and you’ll find plenty.
P.S. Feel free to fool around my articles, poems, et cetera from as early as 2010 here.
