Life lesson
I had a fracture this week.
Not a small one the kind that makes you stop, sit down, and realize how suddenly life can shift. The kind where you quietly hope someone will just ask, “Are you okay?”
I’ve always believed I had at least two people I could call friends. Maybe not a big circle, but enough to feel like I wasn’t completely alone in a city like Mumbai.
But yesterday changed that.
One of them, instead of asking how I was, chose to remind me how I’ve been struggling to find a house for the past two years how I’m unhappy how I apparently create problems at work how I don’t deserve the salary I earn because I don’t have a prestigious degree.
The other someone I’ve looked up to, didn’t even bother to check in.
Not a message. Not a call. Nothing.
And it made me sit with a question I’ve been avoiding for a long time: What does it actually mean to have people in your life?
Because when something real happens when you’re in pain, physically and emotionally that’s when you realize who shows up. And who doesn’t.
People often ask me, “How do you not have close friends or a partner?”
I don’t know how to answer that anymore.
Maybe I tried with the wrong people. Maybe I stayed where I wasn’t valued. Or maybe I just misunderstood what friendship is supposed to feel like.
All I know is this it hurts more than the fracture.
I’m not writing this for sympathy. Just needed to put it somewhere