Kunal is one of my favorite male friends, and a big reason for that is his active empathy. He instigates better personal understanding of even completely foreign concepts, like the challenges of a female. He is confident enough to drink the drink he pleases regardless of perception, or spend a night drinking wine and watching a ‘chick flick’. But most of all, he makes an honest effort for a healthy relationship. As his wife once told me, “I’m don’t know if we would have made it through all this time if it weren’t for him”*.
He’s one of the manliest men I know.
For an hours I stared at the screen attempting to explain life exists through an invisible barrier that dulls everything such that excitement is a memory and happiness contained in moments.
People understand I lost my brother, but they don’t understand how much of myself I lost with him. The patience I need is for the lengthy process of trying to piece myself together with what is left.