“I think he likes you” said Asma as soon as I hung up on Kashaf my colleague. Totally baffled by the love premonition from an old chum I could only manage “what makes you think so” and came that sagacious smile that most people tend to throw when they think they are right.

“Well.. you know a lot of things , like lately you mention him a lot his calls are all so frequent your  social movements are with him be it some new eatery or a launch” sang my friend in a minute. In a minute I recapped all my activities, saw the film of my life rewind sans the annoying tape voice shown in movies.

Gosh so that’s how they think I wonder and then settle down to think to undo it somehow.

Now when I sit down to pen my memoirs for my best colleague I can only recall times when I have had a total blast with him. If they choose to call it love , I do not care much because don’t we all love our girlfriends to death, we are there for their hair disasters for a mass swearing when the tailor screws up the sheer yards of expensive fabric or their crushes are with someone else.

Our personal problems are that invisible baggage that we carry with ourselves even in our sleep, our professional problems maybe shelved for a while but personal problems come with us to our work too and finding anyone who cares to carefully examine that bag and then perk you up definitely tops the list of loved ones.

So the likes of Kashaf are found rarely they are those rare pearls whom you first fail to recognize in the office clutter but once you find them and know their worth the only thing you can do is wear them with pride because they become your best friends.

Life is a riddle that should be solved with people that one is comfortable with; passing in the labyrinth and making every moment a cherished one.

Friendship between a guy and a girl might bloom into the flower of love but the manure behind is the constant feeding from our own circle, once our peers see that we are becoming too good a chum with each other they decide to compartmentalize the camaraderie their ways; that is LOVE.

To refute the L word the more I fight the more messy it gets, I can only say that love is what we care and we care the most for our family and friends and if my friend is an xy chromosome shoot me strangle me or kill me, but I won’t stop caring for the one who made a happy face out of my tears and gave me rose glasses to see the world and fight it.