They say you can’t make friends at work. I strongly disagree.
They also say women can’t be friends with other women. That has been the complete opposite of my experience throughout life. I have an army of fierce girlfriends that are superwomen in their own right.
Just this afternoon, while watching a K-drama (because apparently that’s what productivity looks like on a Saturday), I suddenly remembered the old days when Esha and I used to walk from Dadar W to Plaza theatre.
No Ubers back then. No direct trains to Chembur. Just two colleagues walking, talking and then catching a bus from Plaza to get home.
One day, during one of those walks, my heels gave me a terrible shoe bite. Esha simply took off her sandals and offered them to me.
And honestly, colleagues who have worked together for six months don’t usually do that. Close friends do. A similar scene in ‘Our sticky love’ on Netflix pushed me to write this post.
Maybe that’s why Esha and I have been close friends for 15 years now. Although technically, we’ve known each other for almost three decades because she was my senior at our alma mater.
It’s such a small, random memory. But it made me smile today.
So, don’t completely dismiss the possibility of finding a friend at work. Sometimes, between meetings, deadlines, office politics and terrible shoe bites, you find people who stay in your life for decades.
You just have to be open to it.
Draped in Wine 