Buddy?
May 17th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I’m not from the West. The word “Buddy” does resonate with me, for me. I prefer “friend.”
“Buddy” has a masculine connotation for me, sort of like Yaar, or Dost, in Hindi does. And it also has a canine connotation.
I noticed, with interest, that my sister-in-law, brother-in-law (both white Americans) and others like them, whom I like, and towards whom I have warm feelings of respect and admiration, called their son “Buddy” when he was a young child. It made sense to me. I rather liked the sound of it. It felt warm and sweet.
I have a daughter, who is beautiful, and the most beloved person in my husband’s and my world. She’s fun to be with, and funny. She’s growing more into who she is each day, becoming an equal to us in music and in reading, and in her ability to understand subtleties in life. We converse at many levels. And I have a canine friend, who is a doggess, and she’s the best doggess in the world.
They’re not “buddies.” They are more than that.
My husband is my love, my partner, my dearest friend, my inspiration. He’s WAY more than a “buddy.”
I guess I don’t have a buddy. And it doesn’t bother me.
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In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Buddy