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.
