Author: Deven Parulekar | Co-Founder, SaffronStays
Who’s the first person you call when things fall apart — when your job’s at risk, your heart’s in pieces, or life just sucker-punches you at 2 AM?
(Apart from your mom, of course.)
Chances are, it’s someone who isn’t related to you by blood.
It’s the friend who picks up on the first ring. The flatmate who’s basically your therapist. The colleague-turned-confidante who knows your secrets, your coffee order, and your coping mechanisms.
And that’s the thing. As we grow up — and grow into ourselves — we realise something big:
Family isn’t always who you’re born to. Sometimes, it’s who stays.
The Real Ones
You know who I’m talking about.
They’re the ones who showed up when your world quietly fell apart.
The ones who brought you rasam when you had COVID and couldn’t taste a thing.
The ones who sat on your floor after a breakup, eating cake with their hands and playing Boyz II Men like it was a soundtrack to your healing.
They weren’t legally obligated to care. But they did anyway.
Through Laughter, Through Chaos
Some of my best memories don’t involve big fat holidays or family portraits.
They involve:
- Burnt Maggi at 1 AM after a wine-fueled rant session
- Six people fighting for fan space in a two-bedroom Airbnb
- A late-night walk that ended in samosas and unsolicited life advice
One friend once showed up at my place with a half-eaten cheesecake, a Bluetooth speaker, and absolutely no judgement. We didn’t even talk. We just existed — together. That night, he wasn’t just a friend. He was family.
Bloodlines vs. Lifelines
Now don’t get me wrong, for some, family by blood is everything. Supportive parents, siblings who double as best friends, cousins who feel like soulmates.
But not everyone is that lucky.
For many of us, family has been complicated.
Distant. Disappointing. Sometimes even damaging.
So we go out into the world and build our own safety nets. Our lifelines.
That’s why this quote has stuck with me:
“The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”
It’s a quiet, powerful truth.
That the bonds we choose — forged in hardship, in vulnerability, in realness — can be stronger than the ones we inherit.
Places Become People
I’ve seen this magic firsthand.
People arriving at a villa not as a “family”, but as a chaotic mix of individuals — old friends, colleagues, soul siblings.
They come carrying different kinds of baggage: grief, celebration, burnout, love.
And somewhere between lazy breakfasts, badly sung karaoke, and shared sunsets — they become family.
Not in the traditional sense. But in the real sense.
Sometimes, it’s not about the architecture of the house — it’s about the architecture of belonging.
Why We Keep Showing Up
Because at the end of the day, that’s what family is:
The people who show up.
Not just for birthdays and big milestones, but for all the little things.
For “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
For “I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.”
For “Come over, I just made chai.”
In a world that’s constantly rushing, swiping, and buffering — we all crave one thing: to be seen, heard, and held. No conditions. No expectations. Just presence.
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