Today, I met someone. I remember when I was in class 8, I used to call her my best friend. Funny how, as kids, we hand out that title so freely— as if every friend is the best, as if friendship itself is a competition. But what does best friend even mean? The one better than the rest? Or the one who brings out the best in us? Back then, she was just a friend— or maybe just someone I studied with, a familiar face at home, in tuition, just another name in my little world. She was incredibly int...

Today, I met someone. I remember when I was in class 8, I used to call her my best friend. Funny how, as kids, we hand out that title so freely— as if every friend is the best, as if friendship itself is a competition. But what does best friend even mean? The one better than the rest? Or the one who brings out the best in us? Back then, she was just a friend— or maybe just someone I studied with, a familiar face at home, in tuition, just another name in my little world. She was incredibly int...