Even though I did give up Buddhist practice almost about a year back, maybe more, I find that my hesitation to engage with the people I met through this faith has not exactly dropped dead– not even close.
There were some very supportive friends I made; without the common thread of our shared belief/faith/organization, I realize I know them little and they, me. Yet some of them have been around to help me when the tedium of daily life threaten to explode or like that one time I needed a red dupatta for a street play. (And not just any red dupatta, it had to be a plain, vermilion red dupatta.)
Of those I have known, one called Nitu I knew much closely compared to the others. Continue reading