It's a fiction...

Standing in the balcony he does not seems to be in present, not sure what was bothering him but only change I was able to see in him was, nowadays he is less on phone and more on laptop, writing something. Yes, there were days that we were not even aware, when he comes to sleep; we just knew that he is in the balcony talking to someone on phone.

He came inside, opened his laptop and started writing again, I don’t know what, and I felt real curious.

‘What you keep on writing?’ I asked him trying not to show my extra curiosity.

‘Just some stuff’ he replied, very normal.

‘May I have a look? May be you are turning to a writer or something’ I said.

He smiled and passed the laptop to me, meanwhile he went again in balcony, and I stared reading it,

‘If you are still a part of my life, I am sure you are. Knowing you for so long, I know what you are doing right now, what you are feeling right now. Are you in same state of mind, I am sure you are. Those years went like a shooting star, those moments flew like a blowing wind, those seasons passed like a flowing current, I know happy moments are like a flash. A horse which changes its course, Time is like that running horse. Are you able to relate to my thoughts, I am sure you are. We knew this is coming, we knew this is running, we knew for sure that life is cunning, we knew our in, we knew our out, we knew that we going to face this sprout. It came early, reasons doesn’t matter, matters the course, course of the running horse, the time, the source. If you think I was capable of changing its course, I guess now is the time you know and I am sure you know. I am not the one riding.’

I was touched; I kept the laptop aside and went in the balcony.

‘I guess you are in love my friend’

He looked at me and said, ‘there is nothing like Love in this world, all are situations, which are tend to change some or the other day’

I had no words to say, in fact, arguably, he was correct too. To avoid the silence between us, I said, ‘you have nicely written your feelings’

He smiled and said, ‘well, that’s a fiction’

I was surprised but replied saying, ‘if you say so, I believe you, that it’s a fiction’

He stood there, staring...

While having my breakfast I looked at him, he was sitting on the chair beside me, staring. It has been years and he would just stick with me, everywhere, be it dining table, hall room, school bus, classroom, toilet, sports ground, literally everywhere.

I don’t know his name. He never speaks, never eats, does nothing but accompanies me.  I am watching him do this for my whole age, which for instance happens to be eight now. I told about him to my mother, but then instead of making him friends with me she started worrying about me, for more than two years I had seen at least four to five psychologists, she thinks I am not well and he is my imagination. So afraid of those troublesome treatments and hypnotisms, I stopped discussing about him to anyone.

I stood up from the chair took my lunch box from my mother and started walking towards the school bus. He followed silently. If the seat beside me is empty, he will sit there, else will be just standing, his eyes always on me. I have realized that nobody else, except me, is able to see him. Otherwise who will not notice an eight year old naked boy?

Later evening I heard mom talking to someone on phone, saying that she could never again become a mother. She saw me standing and disconnected the phone. Wiping her tears she turned to me. ‘Why’ was the question floating in my eyes. She understood, ‘you were not alone, I was going to have twins but some complication occurred and doctor said only one will survive and I will never be able to become a mother again’ she paused for a moment and then said, ‘I got you’ and hugged me.

I could see him standing near the wall, still staring. ‘Did I kill you?’ I asked, immediately, I felt my mother shiver, she looked at me, tears in her eyes, ignoring her I repeated the question to the wall ‘did I kill you?’

He stood there, staring...