Cutest little boy.
At last i have shifted to Pune this month on 15th. It was a rainy day and hence dark and wet on that day. And, i have no idea why did i not get a strong panic attack at that time even when i was leaving the house i was so attached to. I was so badly wanting to feel that last moment pain but somehow my heart and mind happend to be entirely out of it. Time was just passing as if it was nothing but i wanted to make that moment a big issue. That was the flat i lived 10 years of my life and experienced some of the best moments in my life. So many things happened, good and the bad and that place was the only place i wanted to be in the end during those bad moments. When movers and packers finished their job that house was all empty. I went through each room thinking about the past and moments i spend there and dumped all the good feelings in my heart. It was beautiful, but one thing kept pricking me. It was our neighbour, a little boy 3 years old and i knew him since he was 1 year old.
He is the cutest little baby boy i ever saw in my life. I loved him so much and i still do. I loved playing with him everyday, morning and evening when i was at home for 6 months. When i used to work out of the city i went home each holiday to play with him. Everyday he used to bring huge bags full of those plastic toys and he couldnt even drag those bags with him. He had a sweet voice and used to say lovely silly stuffs each time he cried. I always used to pick him up and hug him. I still visualize all those moments i spend playing with him because that felt so nice. That is exactly the reason why i am writing this down on my blog so that i never forget. I used to laugh so much while playing with him and this laugh is not the kind you do on stupid jokes or funny events. And when i used to hold him playfully in my hand i laughed deeply with my eyes closed and head back where i completely forgot who i was, where i was, everything else and the whole world.
He kept running around the house, hiding at places and shouting my name asking me to find him. And i used to run and pick the little boy up and kiss him. He looked cute when he smiled with those little teeth and fluffy cheeks. He is very little and hence careless, he once badly fell off the bed on his head as he ran joyfully taking things out of my hand and i cursed god all evening and night with my strongest will power asking him how could that happen in my presence? Why was that not me who fell badly like that instead and why him? I got a shock and i almost fainted for a second when i saw him falling down and heard the loud bang. But he was all right and miraculously he did not even get a scratch.
Now that flat is locked and we are not staying there anymore, he does not understand that. His mom called and said, every morning after he comes back after kindergarten, he keeps hitting the door shouting my name in his sweet voice but he does not understand that i am not there anymore and will never be there for him again. He kept crying all morning the day we were packing to move to Pune. He wanted to come with us but that was not going to happen. He is a little boy and he will forget us very soon but i know i cannot. I go back to that city once a week due to work but i dont feel like going to that society and visit him because i need to break this bond between me and him. He was just my neighbour and no matter what, he would grow up into some tough guy some day and there won’t be a cute little boy anymore. I wish i could hold a moment forever but that does not happen in reality. So i keep dreaming and visualizing them.
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