With every passing day, his curiosity grew manifold. He was eager to unravel the mystery she enveloped herself in, a shield of thoughts that was impossible to break into.
As she gleaned every word in her mind, locking it in her breath and letting it linger as she read along, he did the same. Albeit, he held his breath and gaze in amazement. At how she sank in dutifully, willingly..and even subserviently to THEIR commands.
The softest of their whispers, the slightest of their rants.. she sensed them all with a perfection that seemed congenital.
There was something about THEM that made her pledge her unflinching fealty to them. She found the ethereal joy in these friends who had ever-so-furtively yet substantially accreted to become a part of her life. The part called FRIENDS.
She hated when her friends were time and again reduced to *PERSONIFICATION* , by the so called doyens of the literary construct….
But her friends never complained, the very antithesis of Personification…
*How many best friends do you have?* The question pealed, chimed and reverberated loud in the little child’s ears.
Quelling the sounds in her head, she stepped into her little alcove. The one that offered her the most solace.
Today, she went back to the same place, to her best friends who loved her unflinchingly. She smiled at them, hugged them fondly.
Just that they couldn’t hug her back. Because BOOKS have minds and souls but not garlanding arms!!
Apart from the amicable mortals she’d known, here are few treasures which meant a lot more to her, unfathomably more than what best friends could ever be…
Corruscating yet balmy Books, Soulful Music, the Eerily comforting silences of sleepless nights, the invigorating rays of breaking dawn, and all those miniscule yet majestic moments of memorabilia!
Tangible in form, intangible in the pleasures they elicited. Such were her unfailing friends – unflinchingly loving, inevitably desirable, silently fidel and eternally stoic.