I have always believed that world of kids r best to live in. Maybe, this is the reason I love being in kids company... Their talks, dreams, belief, outlook to life makes us believe in one famous movie funda... "All iz well"...
Its amazing that how can kid live in his own carefree world, creating his own aura and making us believe that there is nothing more beautiful and pure beyond that world.
But then its not about my views on kids... But, this is about Daksh- My King of his own wonderland. There is an invisible string of bonding which attracts me towards him for I have never felt this close for any kid or maybe never had such powerful acquaintance with any in past!
Met Daksh when he was 3.5 yrs in guess... A cute little kid who was too shy to speak to strange lady sitting in car for the lift was offered by his parents and then why should he even care or bother to talk. He didn't knw me! One of best things about kids... They will never show the worldly formality which we adult gets in post growing up. Its always important for us to please people with power and influence, to be gentle with guest even though we never like their visit or be humble with most irritating person for we can never let our mannerism or what I say formality go... But Kids, on other hand... They invite only few and rare in their world. All r just not allowed.. And the strange lady sitting in car was even not known, forget about inviting her to his heaven. So, here was my first meeting with my King.. Short and brief.. No handshakes, no byes.. No formalities!
When did I met him next.. I really don remember... Thanks to my brilliant memory which I always refer as "boon in disguise"... So, I really do not remember all short n brief meetings I ever had with him later... But yes, then it started with being friends.. Where I was expected to be talented enough to play with him and share his talks... Where atleast he started me calling with my name 'Anjana'... The first instance when the bonding started n I fell in love with this little angel of mine :)
Sharing the games together, music classes, same taste on food, ice-cream and even the cartoons... Finally made the bond stronger where "Anjana" was finally accepted as "Anjana Didi"... My new crush became my best buddy.
Daksh... His world always amuse me, for its so pure. He don have to impress nor he has to be formal... He is just him. When he shows his love, he shows it all with gesture unlike the world with world... I knw he loves me when he shares his chocolate, ice creams, new colors, fruits, games, dreams, talks and even his parents love with me... Its the love coming in most purest form for their is no expectations ever kept and just a wait full of love and delight and the bestest smile I have ever seen being passed, when it reflects from his face and eyes and is passed onto mine.
He is my super hero... As its a famous belief that being a child we are more fearless... And yes, he is ..."Rikaendo" with all keys of love... "Iron man" with the strength of his pure heart... "Super man" for he can give flight to all his carefree and innocent dreams... "Tarzan" with his all energy to go on for entire day and certainly to mention about his love for fruits.. For I call my hero "fruitivorous" :)
Life is said to be a journey and when we travel we meet lot people, visit many place and generates endless memoirs... As the rules have always been... Travelers meet for short while and then moves onto their respective destination... With years.. My King will grow too and will move out from his wonderland to the worldly land... He will make new friends, make lot memory and ofcourse keep ruling hearts.. But, as I love preserving memory... I preserve one of his today..
Daksh- My King, thanks for giving one of the sweetest memory and I am sure, you will always be loved... For I still hold the same crush on you I had post meeting you and ofcourse, now "love" for nobody can challenge the selfless bond u created between us...
God bless my love... Growup, shine and Rule the world... Muaaahhh !! :)
Lots of Love!
Anji
Recently been to chandigarh due to some official work and due some dispute with the colleague decided to travel all by myself back to the city of kings than share cab wit him.
Traveling in cabs always brings back few memories of somebody for the travel in cab once were done only to accompany him though its quiet frequent nowdays due to official travel.
Taking an auto till sec22 (as it was shared) brought another memory of my morning travel to office and those few weeks of shared travel wit somebody I knew to Noida where chit chats were one important part of life. Life inspite being called monotonous by few seems to always have some mysterious aura where everyday it seems to change color.
Strangers become friends... Few friends turns to be lovers... Few may not meet ever again... Few remains to be our best buddies forever... Few get lost with time...few turns stranger again... I always feel friends r those relatives whom god forgets to put in our blood relation but still, they r an integral part of our life.
I met Rajiv first time at Ansals. He was a common friend. Friend of my one friend. Never liked him at first instance, thought he has his habit of throwing attitude (but being at Punjab realized its punju's mental problem... Logon ka isme koi dosh hota nahi!! ... Hahahhaaaa =)) . We became friends gradually and with time did I realized his softer side... Caring, sincere and a good person at heart.
Few instances of our friendship life still makes me smile... A complete lecture on 'attachment n habit' at the flyover of Aksardham... Bunking office for one of us never use to be in mood to work... People enjoy long drives but guess, we enjoyed our long walk (I am not sure about him for I always called him prince of his dream... Where nothing beyond 'land Rover' fits... But, I enjoyed our walks)...our meetings... Dine ins... Coffee shops... Our first kiss, which was complete crazy n unexpected and I would have slapped anybody for that if it wouldn't have been him for his acts always made me laugh and because of them I called him 'Joker'. Its not that he was an unique piece... Dakshu make me laugh the same way now, same brainless chit chats for hours ... But guess, something stops me calling him 'Joker'. As I told, color of life... It has changed from one to another.
Well, so on that shared auto suddenly an old lady comes ... She was mute, and so old that age have left all marks on that grieved face. Still she was smiling ... And smiling a lot! She had to go somewhere which none of us understood, still I asked the driver to let her sit and could see a gratitude in her old eyes though didn't understood the single word she was trying to express wit action. She got down post few red lights n bestowed me with all blessing for not letting her pay the fares. But, bidding her goodbye I was just wondering that the thoughts which were in my mind before her arrival... Will it carry ever till the age when I will get into that.
I mean... Things which pain us now I know turns into little comedies of life later... But what happens to one that make us smile?
Will I always remember Rajiv the way I remember him now, or will I always miss our friendship?... As I said he wasn't an exception to the colors... But, will his color be always bright when his thought will pass mind or when he will be discussed wit others?
Its Punjab who seems to have refreshed his memoirs again as I have just got few bits n pieces of him recently and was not able to control sharing this thought... Its just like preserving thoughts when I write, for I have never been good wit memories. It always fades. However strong it is!
... But deep down... I really wanna remember few things.. For they had been beautiful colors of my life and worth painting thoughts and memories with them....
Lots of Love!
Anji
