Why do I want to write about it? Maybe I want to compare this experience in years to come. Perhaps I want to introspect about happening around day in a better way, or it might just be that I want to write about something. So the day started at midnight with a video call from the usual group of friends. One question which haunts me is that is it always so that every person has some group of friends with whom they are always in contact, who seems to do it for the sake of love, with no second thoughts attached. I do not know. Was I expecting a call from them? Yes. How would have I felt had they not called me? Sad possible. In childhood, I remember, it was not friends who used to wish me first but parents. So, when did this happen, that friends’ wishes became more important than parents’? Maybe college life changed the dynamics of relationships; I became closer to friends. I, too, remember that there were some groups of people in school also who used to make me feel special by wishin...