She

I know her since my childhood. We played together. We literally lived together, loved together. She had been my truest confidante, somebody who knew me inside out. Somebody the warmth and comfort of whose touch had never failed to ensconce in me the faith that I am much needed, and that I matter, and that I mean the world to somebody. A precious feeling. As much a responsibility. A prized one. A cherished one.

 

Life moves on and waits for none as if she needs nobody. Perhaps she doesn't. But she herself is needed for by one and all. She knows it. And basks in the glory......... As I grew up from adolescence into manhood, our bonds strengthened. The lady in her had emerged more conspicuously and she needed my shoulders more than ever. Rather the man in me was perhaps thinking so and rejoicing in new-found glory. Nonetheless, she loved me and I loved her, and that was all that mattered to me. And to her.

 

She is sick. Very sick. I am professional. Very professional. She needs me these days, again more than ever. I have come to know this pretty girl, Tina, in my office. Guess Tina likes me. Tina is an 'interesting' date. Rather, 'intriguing' might just be closer.

 

Meanwhile, she is sicker. Also suspectful of Tina. Something's cooking between Tina and me, she thinks. And she is not completely wrong. Yesternight Tina was looking ravishing and after dinner I decided to stay over at Tina's place. When I returned in the morning She was not in her bedroom. Hospitalised.

 

I rush to the hospital only to see Her more scuppered by the infirmity of Hers. She refuses to forgive me for my laxity and frivolousness. Neither do I deserve to be forgiven. I am a wretched fool. Selfish. A selfish lecher that's it.

 

I cry. And She can see the crystalline tears roll down my cheeks. As I turn my face back in shame and attaint, She calls out my name. I turn again, this time round, only to see Her arms wide open, to fall and lose myself in that eternal embrace of Hers. The same warmth. The same comfort.The same precious feeling. As much a responsibility. A prized one. A cherished one.

 

She has forgiven me. Thank You Maa.

 

I love you Maa. Get well soon. I am there by your side. Always. All ways.