That Special Moment


We all know that friendship is a wonderful experience. And what makes it even more special is the fact that it doesn’t really matter if your friendship is old or young to make a friendship special.

A friendship gives us a reason to smile, a reason to go on, when the world seems too much. We learn to find immense pleasure and joy even with simple things in life, like saving your friend’s broken tooth, or even a simple note passed on to you in class. The list of joys is endless.

Well, recently I enjoyed one such feeling that I would particularly like to share with you. It was a very simple thing, something that was just there but, typically, I didn’t realize the depth of its significance at the time.

It was when I met my best friend for the first time. I was in the first year of college, and we had been selected to represent our college in a 3-day camp. It was a demoralizing period of my life when I was slipping into depression. It was caused by an enforced relocation necessitated by my father’s work transferring him to another place. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to lose all my friends. The change affected me much more than I dreamed possible.

I must admit that I wasn’t a very nice person to my new friend. I teased him constantly about his height. You see, he stands a towering 6′ 4″ (193 cm). I realize now that I did it to punish him for the crushing depression I was feeling. I knew he was irritated by my doing this, but it only made me do it even more. I just needed to punish him for the inner hurt I was feeling – even though it wasn’t his fault. However, I felt a special warmth in his ready smile, that told me that despite my cruelty to him, he was still prepared to be my friend.

It was that which decided me to take the chance and tell him about my problems. And to my delight, he took me seriously and understood what I was going through. He really understood!

Later, he admitted to me that he was hurt by my taunting, and that he thought to begin with that I was nuts! In a way, I guess, I was. I must have been to treat him like that.

Now, it’s been almost a year since we first met. We aren’t able to see each other very much but we are still best friends. I don’t have another friend even remotely like him. We often sit back and discuss our first meeting, and what it meant to each other. We are now able to laugh about how I used to behave. And how he took the trouble to understand me when I was being so nasty to him. I’m a very lucky girl, because if he hadn’t taken that trouble, we would never have gotten to know each other. We would never have become friends.

Even now, our friendship isn’t very old, but it seems as though we’ve known each other from somewhere before. During that camp, seeing us together another participant actually said to us, “I guess your friendship must be very old.”

And guess what our reply was. We said, “Yes, a week!”

It is a special feeling, and a very precious gift to me. It was just as if God had sent down this angel for me in my hour of need to be my friend, my personal angel!

Well, I guess if we all sit back once in a while and think how we met our friends, it would be great fun. Doing so would make us feel good about those special moments. It is a simple thing, but I know it would bring us immense joy.

And another thing. A friendship doesn’t have to be old to be good. It’s the feeling, the bond, the understanding that makes it feel old.

Look at us. We are best friends and our friendship isn’t old. But someday, it will be!

Vaishali Bhutani
Gandhinagar, Gujarat, India.

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