All of us wear masks at one point in time or the other. Masks of being happy, being sane and normal, being ‘okay’ when we don’t exactly feel the same way within. There are very few people who can see our real selves just by looking into our eyes or from the sound of our ‘hello’. These are the people we needn’t pretend to. With whom we can shed our inhibitions and laugh till our tummy hurts or weep till the sunlight hurts our eyes. They are the mirror to our souls. They show us the turmoil and chaos within us, when at times we lie to our own selves. They are the people who love us unconditionally and understand us more than we do understand ourself at times. Their mere presence is a soothing ointment to our distressed soul.