Thursday 10 March 2016

William's 'feel-good' food & magic

There's something absolutely phenomenal about my friend William which needs to be underlined here, on this very blog.

Each time William knows one of his friends is not in top shape, he invites the person to his humble abode for dinner and schemes up some magic in the pots. Isn't it rare to find someone caring enough to invite you to his home, give you a treat, put you back on your two feet and make sure you reach home feeling better? Well, William does it systematically.

The ingredients are selected to please the guest's buds, the menu carefully chosen, prepared with devotion and patience and, needless to say, the red wine which accompanies the meal always perfectly fits in and ends up sublimating the dishes.Still, above all this, what matters more to me than the 'feel-good' food placed there on the table is the host's company and conversation. Spoon after spoon, my friend William, will make sure you are entertained throughout the dinner and that you forget about your little torments, he will cheer you up with his unique wit and roaring laugh and give you all the attention that you deserve. He will make you feel that you really matter and in my opinion, there is no greater gift of friendship than this.

There is no way you can leave the place without ticking a perfect 10 on the score sheet. The power of making someone's inner light burn brighter is not given to just anyone, it is given to those people who
walk through life like a knight in shining armor and spread good around them.Regardless of all the curveballs that  life throws at you, once you step inside William's apartment, you know you cannot but go well. You open the proverbial door, walk in crappy, walk out happy and you thank the universe for having put someone so special on your path. No matter how busy he is, William always makes time to take care of his loved ones.

This is the invaluable lesson that my soul-refresher friend has taught me over the years and the one I have tattooed over my heart.


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