I consider myself a facilitator par excellence. Facilitators, I have on good authority, are ‘those who help a group of people understand their common objectives and assists them to plan how to achieve these objectives.’ But when I use the word I only mean one who facilitates, who clears the way or opens the door so to speak.

The doors I speak of opening are not of buildings, but those of friendship. People enter my life as my friends and before I can say gobbledegook, they have become thick friends with other friends of mine. Not that that is a bad thing essentially. It is just that it has happened too many times for me to brush it aside as coincidence and in the process has given me something to ponder upon.

This is all extremely good, except that when friends become such good friends with each other they leave me by the wayside, all but forgotten. Don’t get me wrong. I have always been for introducing my friends to each other and will continue doing so. In fact, I watch with an indulgent eye and a glad heart when they interact among themselves. So, I am not complaining. Not at all.

As a loner by nature, an introvert to be precise (more on it another day), this far and no further is my motto. I bet the vibes I send out announce the fact clearly to those around for them to keep their distance from me. Hence, being a facilitator, though unknowingly, is only what facilitates me to be on the fringe looking in on great friendships being formed (akin to planets being formed) and maintained, and rejoice without restraint.

I think this should tell those who have been let into the metaphorical courtyard of my heart, sometimes only briefly, the honor that is theirs. You have been allowed to walk where no one ever has. I hope you value that.

And this is how it ends, this month of NaBloPoMo.  🙂

©Shail Mohan 2015


NaBloPoMo November 2015