This Thread Will Never Break!!

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This Thread Will Never Break!!!

Tick.. Tick… I quickly look at the clock, its time for me to to meet my best friend and go for a chat session. I ask my mom to serve me dinner, its past eight. She pats me on my back for being the fastest on the dining table. I gather the feather and place it in my cap and wipe my wet hands on my frock and run to the balcony. Where is my best friend, :spinGod, he was here this place last night, my eyes frantically look for him, ah!! There I found him, hiding behind the clouds, my best friend and his name is ‘Moon’. He seems to be a little smaller than last night.bonk

I was five years old then and let me take you down to history a little further. My chat session with him had started from the time I must be roughly four. I was perplexed by his beauty, by his charm, by his cool light. I had long chat sessions with him. “Hey, not having your grub properly, do obey your mom and eat well, remember I am waiting for you here” I would tell him. And the day he would not emerge, I always implicated it was his holiday akin to the one that I get from my school and he is playing with his friends and may be his mom has taken him out. I was always vexed about the clouds howering on him, more worried about his waxing and wane stages. I would quite often tell him, to eat well, and have some tonics like me to be hail and hearty. I would go to him and recite my poems and tables that I have learnt through the day, I would penetrate “Does he also have to learn the same subjects like me”. He never answered me I am sure, but, I always found answers for all my questions in his silence. I had this illusion that he is looking only at me. “Hey, you go to sleep, when I am at school and when I go to sleep, you are at school” I wanted to meet his parents, his family. I was keen to know how the world there looked like. I would tell him moan about my parents and teachers too, if they were a bit harsh with me. He was my best friend, I discussed everything with him. I recollect telling him about memorizing the descendening order in numericals and how obscure it was for me to say it in random and my mom is always there with a cane to whip me, if I go wrong. I would ask him, how did he learn those difficult mathematics, I wanted him to share a few tips with me so that I can impelement them in my leanrings. Did I not tell you, he was my best friend and was there for me, patiently listening to my stories of the day? My parents would quite often come and peep in the balcony and warn me not to stand on the stool or chair, not to bend outwards searching for the moon. They knew that I was standing there looking at the moon, but little did they know he was my best friend too.

I remember the day, when I got my Geography text book in class 2. Chapter 2 was about the Moon. There were pictures of the waxing and waning Moon and much more written about it. I was excited to know the world of my best friend. The teacher donned a new chapter in my life. She told me there is no life on the Moon; it is a satellite of planet Earth. It has no light of its own. She introduced me to words like Umbra and Penumbra. I do not remember listening to my teacher any further. All I wanted to go back to my balcony and ask my best friend, why did he hide these facts from me?

Did I breach my friendship with him? At this moment, all you readers must be thinking, in the affirmative. No dals, nothing like that happened. In fact, I got closer to him. My heart was all out for him, he is living in a dark world and I am enjoying all the luxuries of Mother Earth. God, I have hurt him many times by asking him to tell me about his world. No wonder, he was just smiling. Dals, he was never jealous of my well being, never twisted his nose on my triumphs, never turned his back towards my sorrows, he was always there for me like a true friend. I still love to watch him but it has become tricky to locate him in a metro city like Mumbai with tower like building lining the sky. The only glimpse I get of him is when I go to the terrace of my building, when I am on the streets at night. I still look up at him and smile, now, a bit coyly. I have no anwer to my coyness, but yes I can tell you he has remained my best friend and his name is ‘Moon’. This thread will never break !!:bowdown:bowdown

 

Dear Aaishu,

You took me to the Chandama subscription days. I would eagerly wait for my copy of the book and read the stories. Moon will forever be a part of our life and will always remain my best friend.

Thanks for writing in.

 

Dear Meena,

Thanks for being here. I am quite pleased to know that I will be in your thoughts whenever you reach the balcony. Do remember me, when you discuss about the Moon with your love one day. Thats how the chain of get woven in life and finally the heart is over filled with love that we get from all who are close to us. I am thrilled to be part of your memory along with my best friend Moon.