I have this imaginary friend with me today. Now dont get to the conclusion that I am going through some metal illness or something. I know it very well that neither anyone can see him nor anyone is able to know about my imaginary friend. I am still existing in this real world where I am trying to find a corner for myself.
In these busy days of work and over work there are so many things which we miss at regular intervals. Either its friends "new friends" in new city and new place. The bonding that makes you stronger internally. Everyone here tries to dominate you as much possible keeping themselves forward. They forget that you are not a bin on which they keep on throwing their trash and then you feel like defrosting everything and walk your way out. And as you walk ahead you realise of stepping alone and then you get your imaginary friend. I named my friend Shiv. What to tell you about Shiv other than saying he is tall, cute, sensitive, intelligent, loves rallies and adventure sport, but he also have no problem for me being fat (now thats a relief) and he wants me to be confident enough for what I am. And wants me to enjoy my life to the fullest. He tries to boost me up every now and then and surprisingly, he is able to do that. He tries to make out every single moment I live not because he is possessive rather because he cares. Like right now he is poking his eyes to see what I have been writing but would never let him see.
The best part is we both speak and listen to each other. That tuning and understanding is there where I dont have to think what to puke. And the way he handles me is incredible. Somehow I feel that he is having a small little feelings for me but he never said it. And for me, I never asked. There is a chemistry between us that works amazingly. I wish I could let him meet everyone in this world. But he is just an imagination of mine. Isn't he ?
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