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Peripheral I


The thin line that breaches the daunting from the demented.The tiny breath that separates life from death. The tiny promise that separates a "Hero" from a "Traitor",are perhaps small things with meanings several times in magnitude.
In this classification, there exists one question that is perhaps a gnawing curiosity in every heart.
What is it that separates " True Friendship" from " Love", what is the basic difference between the two, or if there is any difference at all.
Now I must confess that I need the help of all my readers to give me an insight on this, to portray if my belief is true or it isn't, for individualism is sometimes confined to one's experience and can sometimes be far fetched from reality.

Now coming back to the topic, I must admit that we have many friends. Many people whom we care for, many a friend who truly are near to our heart, but we are surely not besotted to them.

Out of my many friends, I can perhaps give only a single experience where i felt there was a little more to it, however am completely ignorant of what this little more was.....
Its quite common for us, to get ourselves in the middle of several debates, however this is one question that has perpetually been a thorn in many a mind.
Is it true, that friendship and love are same , or are they a realistic polymorphism of each other.
To me the answer has been, simply both are overtly dependent on each other. Each in complete without the other.
To fall for a person, irrespective of lust or physical attraction, is simply impossible without mental synchronizations. In this obtuse world, sometimes there is a acute of differentiation, for the simple reason that I have seen many a friend falling out on the pretext that love was creeping in from below the door. However I fail to understand how can the door be closed when one is a true friend of someones???

Now to define friendship is surely not defining the person you need the most , neither the person who is indispensable in world world, but rather "A friend" is a " punctuation" without whom you are fail to express yourself the way you want. A friend is the adjective that adds a different meaning to your life..... Well if thats what friend s are all about then one might ask, " What's Love", is it just someone you need as a support to fall back onto... well no, love is perhaps the sentence as a whole. Love perhaps is The essay of life, which each creates. For some its just once, for other many a times . For some its written in pen and paper, for some in the virtual world, where a backspace is easier done than said.
So as it stands from my view point, both are highly dependent on each other. Love is the picture which is painted with the colors of friendship, and friendship is just the colours.
So it all comes out that friendship is more fundamental of the two, for its not always that we write a poem, but many a times its just a sweet sentence , or a quote that adds a new dimension to existence...
This topic is too vast to be concluded so vast and the discussion shall continue, till then my friends, its you who shall help make this piece of writing a better one, by adding your thoughts and humane touches to it......
Shine On..... for you never know when you reach the edge and yet emerge out dazzling!!!!

Comments

Amrita said…
u r amazing!!!!!!!n u r so v ryt..luv is v much dependent on frendship..well..i thnk "luv" brings out d best in 2 ppl..its constructive in its own way..ven it acts as a destructive force..u can't say u r in "luv"

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