Maya and Me

I was introduced to Maya by her mother at a very young age and since then I became her best buddy. She ensured that we were together most of the time.  In fact we ended up together during her college. I bet her roommate had hots for me. Whenever her roommate looked at me, she had lust in her eyes.

Over the years I became more that Maya’s companion. I became her soul mate.  We spent many sleepless nights in each other’s arms where she kept talking to me about her dreams. She embraced me in sadness and in joy.

Once she started working, I saw less of her. Most of the time she stayed out of town, travelling.  When she was not around I missed her bad. Then Maya started dating. I never understood why she needed others when she had me.  She had a hot relation with some, some broke her heart.  I wanted to rip apart those ‘honeys’. I felt rage and jealous. This kind of feeling was new for me.

 But Maya knew how to control me, how to make me feel special. She would hold me tight, caressing my ears and say that she could never dream when she slept with her ‘honeys’. I can never forget those perfect fit hugs, the drumming heartbeat, the intoxicating smell of her long tresses, her kohl lined eyes and her soft dark glowing skin.

She looked so pretty when she came out of bath. She reminded me of those Hollywood heroines whom I had seen in the movies. The droplets of water that fell from her wet hair on her bare back made it look like diamonds glowing in coal mines. I always watched her getting dressed. She used gave me a shy smile fluttering her eyelids and asked me to turn around. Always called me a cheapster. But what could I do, she looked so hot, I couldn't take my eyes off her.  

Whenever we were alone, she told me everything, hugging me, kissing me, making me promise that I would never leave her. Sadly, I never came across to ask her, rather to plead to her to never leave me, to be with me forever. For me she was the world.

I used to stay awake every night to see her beautiful face when she slept. She smiled a lot in her dreams, whispered wooly words. I bet she said she loved me.

Then, she got married. That broke my heart. Her friends teased her about our relation and but I was confident that secretly we would still be together. She looked so angelic in her wedding dress. I watched the ceremony from the window. Yes the hubby did look good, a bit chatty though. But I knew she would run back to me. After all she loved to talk and I was a good listener. While leaving she never said goodbye to me. That’s when my world came crashing down. I was left alone, disinterested, closed in the room for years.

Then one day with a blast of sunshine she opened the closed door. She had come back, aged. Her marriage didn't work. She held me and cried. Sadistically, I felt happy. My Maya was back. I had prayed for this, every day, since she had left.

But my Maya had changed. She didn't spend a lot of time with me. We were never alone. She never slept beside me, never cuddled me. And one day she was taken to the hospital. Her mother mentioned later that she had a heart condition.

I was again pushed back to the darkness of the room. And here is where I lay. I have become dirty and torn out. Time has taken its toll. I desperately want to close my eyes and take my last breath. But I can’t my eyes are not sewed that way. I sit all day along with other toys thinking of my Maya, hoping that someday someone will open the cardboard box and take this worn out teddy bear out.