Our Little One

 

You little one is dearly and sincerely missed.With every passing hour,the air divests your smell and your perpetual essence is gradually fading out. Though little one you will always live in the love of me and Maa. I see Maa looking up at the sky and drowning in your thoughts, your memories. She counts and imagines your existence posthumously, that, where you are? how you are? She still sobs for you, now silently, every moment. I do too. But secretly. I don't like my morning tea without you drooling over my biscuits, Maa will probably not smile anymore in the midst of singing because her favourite listener is absent. 

Where are you little one?
Where are you to stare at me when I be upset and to lick my tears?
The queaky  noise you made when I pulled your ear still reverberates in my room. I don't like CHANGE, and pretty much every habit is changing, only your dish and water bucket is still kept in its place. At 3a.m in the morning when I wake up for water I desperately make a sound with it to check if i can still fool you and you come running.

Probably you will never know that your pictures are now all over my and Maa's room and also Maa still lights a candle every day at the place where you last slept. I and Maa. we still keep a little place for you in between us when we sit for tea, to remember you, to keep your essence alive.

We are running short of your smell and your naughtiness little one.Your HOME and your family remembers you. Come back to us. Some days later, many days later. If not being Troy being a gush of wind may be. Come and visit once again to illuminate my home like its a festival.

You are sincerely missed my little one.
         
                      -For the one who was probably a work of someone's conjuring.