Do you have a friend, that you can only see, with whom you can only talk, with whom you can only share all your problems??…by the way…yes, I have. A magical friend. This is the story about me and my bestie,…and the story begins like this…you know when I was born, yes-yes at the day of my birth-everyone was unknown for me-my dad, my grandpa, my grandma, big brother, and sister’s-everyone was a stranger. My dad used to say that at the time of my birth, I used to look like a baby doll of white flour….so now come back to the story, I was looking at everyone with my small-small eyes, neither crying nor laughing-because I was confused- I was thinking who am I, and in which world I am now… ….but there was one, whom I can only see and I was very familiar with….with those eyes, hands and of course with that face,…that was my bestie -my invisible bestie, who was watching me and smiling, smiling and only smiling…And she was very silent saying nothing…so after seeing her cute face I also started laughing -after seeing my smile, my dad took me on his lap-and started crying-I was confused, that why he was crying-when I am smiling…
Anyhow I want to go near her, near my bestie…so I tried to move my body…but I was not able to do it, because my dad had hugged me very tightly and of course I was tightly packed in that white piece of cloth
Then my relatives-grand ma, grandpa, brother, and all-started touching me …like I am a superstar and started giving me toys, clothes, and all that color full stuff but still that all the stuff’s was not the attraction for me-I was still looking toward her…I wanted to go near her, wanted to touch her, but I was not able to. All my relatives were giving me so many things but all the thing’s were not impressing me…at last, I tired and started crying –and crying…everyone tried to cheer me up but I was feeling very alone-then after a moment, she came near me, by seeing her coming toward me I stopped crying, she touched my head with her soft hands, but except me, no one was able to see her, I was confused that why everyone was ignoring her…Then she said, “why are you crying my baccha, see I am with you, don’t cry- you are my brave baccha Na”… Do you know who is that invisible friend-about whom I am talking-yes, my mother- who was declared as died after my birth-but no, she did not die, she was alive for me-she is still with me-her soul is with me—she is the only one with whom I share my all the secrets, she use to sing Lori for me at the bedtime, help me to solve my problem’s….I am sad about the thing that nobody can see her except me…but I feel proud that “I have a magical mother”, By giving my mother back, God has given me a second life… “Love you maa”
By Ashmita Singh
