Missing You…

-Written By Suresh Iyer

(Reading Time: 5 min Approx)

You would not believe that we were friends since I was one year old. He was not a part of my family but there was a spark in him that made me connect to him instantly. I would not let him go.

My parents used to adore my obsession for him and he was allowed to accompany with me everywhere. The problems started as I started growing old. Not with him but with my parents and elders who disapproved of our bond. He was his usual cheerful bubbly self and never asked anything from me in return.

I did all sorts of things with him. Once mistakenly due to me he fell over our gas stove. His nose got burnt. I cried bitterly. He had no hard feelings for me and loved me. But the elders did not like us being together. I really couldn’t understand why certain things should change as we grow up. From a cheerful bubbly self, I was being trained to be very formal and mindful of the outside world.

The outside world got scary as my years in school progressed. As I entered college it got worse. I did not like the demands placed on me to do well in things I did not like.

Yet I did everything to fit in this society. I could not remain close to him but he made me forget everything and comforted me whenever I met him.

I never understood why everyone mocked our friendship. Maybe they envied our relationship. He loved me unconditionally. I was the one who tried to please everyone and distanced from him. Still whenever I met him, he was there for me with a smile.

I was told to be a man and earn for myself.

I got married to a beautiful girl.

My meets with him decreased.

Now I managed to see him secretively.

Till one day I lost him. I couldn’t know where he could have gone.

I was wary of asking about him.

Yet I tried to find out how he got lost.

I realized that it was a festival season. My house members were in a cleaning spree. He seemed to miss me and appeared before them.

But they threw him out without second thoughts

All I have now is this picture of him. I miss you friend.

 

 

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Suresh M Iyer, born in 20 March 1974 at the cultural city of Dombivli in Maharashtra works for CBI ACB Mumbai. He has a passion for writing short stories and poetry. Winner of Short Stories by the Writers Guild of India, AP. He writes on horror, romance and social drama in various blog sites.

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2 thoughts on “Missing You…

  1. The story has touched me. Actually many conventional norms do not make sense and go against our instincts. There is a wide variety of relationships which do not fall within the stereotypes narrow-minded brains are conditioned to believe. That does not mean that these relationships have no value. Society should learn to accept biological variations and differences in human beings and relationships instead of being obsessed to cling on to preconceived notions.

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