A Tribute

Of course it is the people closest to you that get the least recognition. The undemanding souls who stand by you through thick and thin, who tolerate you through your most tiring charades, who submit their thin shoulders unquestioningly when you need them. And they do so readily. Those who get awaken in the wee hours in the morning to listen to your cries of help. Those who support you without being asked. Lots of time, in the highest of highs and in the spasms of passion, they get buried somewhere at the bottom of the appreciation list. It is always the ones that give the short bursts of laughters and the spurts of ecstasy that rise to the top of the list. And yet when the laughters wane and when ecstatic cries turn bitter, they are the ones that are sought. For their thin shoulders, for their sympathy, for their words of comfort. Again and again. And again and again they will offer the same. And again, when the clouds of black part, when there is a mere showing of the ray of joy, they go down the list. Again. Such is the human trait. I know so, for I am guilty of this crime.

So friends, I want you to know, I appreciate you most although I may always forget to show it. I want you to know too, that you will always have a special place in my heart, a permanent one, that will never be replaced by the flirting joys. I don't need to mention names, you will always know who you are. Thank you for being there for me.