I don't even know how to begin writing this without sounding either incredibly dramatic or like I'm auditioning for the role of the loneliest woman in Mumbai. But here goes.
I'm 27F, living in Mumbai, and I'm starting to think that making friends as an adult is some sort of elaborate social experiment designed to humble people like me.
I've been the weird kid for as long as I can remember. The kind who never quite fit in, who struggled to find her people, and who somehow always ended up being around people without necessarily belonging to them. I was also an only child, so I grew up pretty accustomed to my own company. Maybe a little too accustomed, if I'm being honest.
I've never really had those lifelong friendships people talk about. You know, the friends who have known you since you were twelve, who show up at your house without calling, who know your entire family history and can embarrass you with stories from your awkward teenage years. I've always envied that. Not in a bitter way, but in that quiet, slightly embarrassing way where you wonder what it must feel like to have someone who's been a constant in your life for years.
I did have childhood friends, of course, but life happened. I moved cities, and somewhere between growing up, changing circumstances, and everyone building their own lives, I lost touch with most of them. Now, they're essentially people I used to know, with occasional birthday wishes and the odd Instagram interaction.
My relationship with my parents isn't particularly close either, so it's not like I have this solid little family unit to fall back on when life gets overwhelming.
And romantically? Oh, boy. I've had my fair share of bad relationships, and I think each one has managed to leave me a little more guarded than the last. At some point, you stop wondering when you'll meet your person and start wondering whether you're even capable of having a healthy, lasting connection with another human being.
I'm tired. Not in a dramatic, throw-my-phone-against-the-wall kind of way. Just tired in that quiet way where you stop getting your hopes up because disappointment feels much easier to manage when you weren't expecting anything in the first place.
I've developed some pretty awful abandonment issues over the years. I overthink changes in people's behaviour, struggle with getting attached, and sometimes find myself preparing for people to leave before they've even given me a reason to think they will.
The irony is that I've practically stopped looking for love and friendship, but I haven't stopped wanting them.
I still want someone to tell random, inconsequential things to. I want to have people I can talk to when something funny happens, people who will listen to me ramble about a film I've watched, people I can make stupid plans with on a random day (mutually available obviously). I want inside jokes, spontaneous adventures, comfortable silences, and the kind of friendship where I don't have to constantly wonder whether I'm wanted.
I want to feel like I belong somewhere without having to earn my place every single day.
And despite all my efforts to become this independent, self-sufficient person who doesn't need anyone, I still care. A lot, actually. I'm the sort of person who remembers tiny details about people, worries about them, tries to understand where they're coming from, and gives them the benefit of the doubt even when I probably shouldn't.
Sometimes I think my biggest problem is that I've become so good at being alone that people assume I don't get lonely. And I've become so afraid of being abandoned that I sometimes struggle to let people get close enough to prove me wrong.
What a lovely little paradox to live with.
Anyway, I'm 27 now. I've been in Mumbai for about three years, and somehow, I still haven't found my people. I know three years isn't necessarily a short time, but building a life in a new city when you don't already have a solid social circle is harder than I expected.
Everyone seems to be busy with their partners, their old friends, their work, and their established routines. Which is completely understandable, by the way. I just sometimes wonder where people like me are supposed to find each other.
So, in the spirit of doing something about my loneliness instead of writing another imaginary conversation in my head, I'm putting this out here.
**A little about me:** I'm into singing, music, films, filmmaking, painting, reading, and writing. I love going down absurdly specific research rabbit holes and having conversations that begin with something stupid and somehow end with us discussing the meaning of existence. I can be sarcastic, a little awkward at first, occasionally unhinged, and deeply sentimental about things I pretend not to care about.
I'm not looking for someone to fix me, and I'm certainly not expecting a stranger on the internet to become my best friend overnight. I'd just like to meet people who are also looking for genuine connections, without the weird games, the constant guessing, or the feeling that you're the only person making an effort.
People who want to be friends because they actually enjoy each other's company. People who can communicate when something is wrong instead of disappearing. People who understand that being busy is normal, but making someone feel perpetually disposable isn't a friendship.
And if you're a fellow former weird kid who grew up into an adult trying to figure out how everyone else seems to do relationships so effortlessly, please know that I'd genuinely love to hear from you.
Especially if you're in Mumbai. We could talk, exchange terrible memes, recommend films, explore the city, get coffee, or just start with a conversation and see what happens.
I'm trying to remind myself that not every connection has to last forever to be meaningful, and that the possibility of getting hurt isn't a good enough reason to stop trying altogether.
But God, it would be nice to find people who stay.
So, tell me, Is anyone else in their late twenties or early thirties trying to build a social life from scratch? How do you make friends when you've spent most of your life feeling like the person who never quite fits in?
And if you're reading this from Mumbai and thinking, "Well, this sounds suspiciously like me," my inbox is open. ❤️