A Note to D (Post No.8)

It seemed to be a usual day but never felt it to be this alarming. This friend of mine, I would like to name her as D, called me to tell that I treated her badly. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing though I wasn’t surprised it coming from D. I knew something was messy here. Let me give you an insight into D’s world.

D is an emotional wreck who made some tough choices and burnt her fingers. I DO NOT judge her for that. In fact, I am proud of her for standing her ground. What I couldn’t comprehend was that she was slowly succumbing to societal pressures and therefore going through emotional turbulence. I completely understand the situation, as I have walked that path. What I couldn’t wrap my head around was why to give in to the norms! Why think that we need to take a defined path to sustain life!

It was my bad too that I couldn’t pick my thoughts that everyone has a way to live life the way they want. If someone wants to give in and take the conventional path I should have been a little accepting and empathetic. Guess that’s what life is all about. It challenges your thought and certain pre-conceived notions. If I don’t live a life conformed to society, I cannot expect others also to do the same.

I take this opportunity through this blog post to apologize to D that I may seem to have been a little harsh on her, due to my ignorance, but I always had her best interest in mind. I wanted to make the same girl out of D who lived life on her own terms and not be apologetic later on. I completely realize that this is D’s life and she is free to choose her path. I want to convey the fact that even to this day I want D to be content in whatever she does and I am always there for her no matter what. Love you D.

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  1. NithyaMarch 21, 2017 at 4:56 PM

    Hmm, babe, nice one! I am happy D has such a good friend in you. As always, love the bindaas and fun way you write.

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