– Walter Winchell
You were the second person I called, but you dealt with me perfectly — even better than anyone ever could.
You listened over the phone as heart-wrenching sobs wracked over my frame.
You listened as I started blaming myself for causing certain events to happen in your life, and oh how it would have been different if I just didn’t speak.
You were gentle as you quietly assured me that it was okay to tell you what I felt. You were gentle as you asked every now and then over the same conversation, “are you feeling better?.”
We met back in 2014. Both of us coincidentally arriving to enrol on the same course, coincidentally next to each other on the stairs heading towards the registration lists.
Oh how young we were. Things have changed so much, a lot of good, our fair share of the bad.
But what I’m grateful for is how constant you were.
You became a constant in my life.
If you ever doubt your worth, know that you are helping to keep a life going.
You’re helping to keep my life going.
I feel indebted sometimes, whenever I tell you things that are as heavy as they are. Sometimes in the midst of the dark, I wondered out loud if I was just a hurricane meant to wreck havoc in the peace of others. You hushed me, saying that it wasn’t true. Your voice was desperately fighting the battle against my self-deprecation. And on most days, you may not know this, but you’ve won many a battle for me.
I told you every now and then that it hurts me when you doubt yourself. Why? Because I don’t think you realise just how much you’ve done for the people in your life just by your mere presence.
You mean the entire world to me. I’m so thankful that God allowed our paths to cross. Thank you for really loving me despite the fatal flaws and trauma I have within me. Even if my heart was in pieces, each and every one of those pieces would have love for you
— always.
To my best friend, Vinothini Ananda Krishnan.
