My moody nature makes me look selfish at times.
I initiate friendships but can never make them mine.
About a decade ago, there were two incidents during the rain.
I was supposed to feel comfort, but I only felt pain.
With one of my relatives, the friendship—at least from my side—felt real.
But I was just entertainment from their point of view, nothing to feel.
That whole situation left a deep impact,
And honestly, it changed my nature, in fact.
When another relative tried visiting us one day,
I didn’t even pick up the call—they were on their way.
It was raining heavily, yet they took so much pain
To find my house, in that storm and rain.
A simple communication from me could have made it all right.
But I stayed silent, and that didn’t feel right.
They were lovely people who genuinely cared,
But all I remember is the discomfort I shared.
That experience taught me something real—
Even now, friendship doesn’t feel like my deal.
And deep inside, I still feel sorry for that day,
For turning love and effort silently away
I’m cordial with everyone, but can’t stay close to many.
I enjoy my own space—too many ties feel heavy.
I never treated myself as a friend for long,
Now I walk the path to make that bond strong
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✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath
3 August 2025
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