I'm going to describe an experience, which I count in my prized possessions and sore topic altogether.
2020 was wrecked year, not because covid came in but that year changed lives atleast for people connected to me. But that year didn't had a bad start at all. On the very first day of that year I got two tokens of love rather angels in fur. Two puppies. They were a month old when they stepped in the place I call house. And the day they just tapped their little paws at the entrance, they rendered it home. I was astounded and enthralled by their presence. As any other family and friends, we were celebrating arrival of new year and along with it new hopes and new battles to fight. And when almost every friend left. Dad brought packages of happiness. He called me at the door where I stood when they arrived. One that he brought first was black, all black with not even a single tint of white. He was terrified beyond measure. I played the part in my mind wherein I was forced to sleep away from mom just for a day and how I cried and slept. They were taken away from their mother for the rest of their lives. That felt bad, but looking at him made me forget that within seconds. He was placed in my room. He without even wasting another second ran to the nearby chair. It had space beneath, he went under it and sat there. Then the next one was brought in, he was white with few brown spots. Something that drew me towards him was a brown little spot on the centre of his forward, which was shaped as a heart. The black one was sitting under the chair, and when the white one spotted him, he joined him too.
Both of them sat under the chair because they were altogether in a new place. While me, my sister, dad and mom took to different spots in the same room. My dad ordered sister to bring in some warm milk. They must be hungry and frightened. And just as the case with a man, their heart's way was paved through stomach, the only difference was they were not really having any treat foodies developed by them. So we relied on milk. They were a month old and born to the same mother, making them brothers. It was all so exciting for me to wait for them to make their way out. But they were terrified beyond measure. Refusing to come out. Refusing to play. Even eat or drink more precisely.
My sister brought them milk, served in two different containers, just as his color- the bold black, he came out first, dipped his tongue in warmness of milk and gulped it down. Followed the white, but as peaceful and tranquil the color signifies, he was not so bold, and horrified till death, he immediately choked on it and spitted whatever he had drank out!
While they both ran under the same chair, where they fled from before, I caught the glimpses of their little paws. Black one's paws were pure pink and the white one had his paws drained in black. They rested there, while we the four adults in the room, officially carried out the naming ceremony. The black one, all bold, explorer, represented explorative Brook, and that name was on my mind since long for a dog if I ever owned. And that night seemed perfect to put it to use. So I named the black one Brook. As for the white, I chose Dodo. Rather a caricature but pure. They seemed to be opposites in nature, color, as well as in what their behaviour signified. Just like we all have an angel and devil to play along in our brains.
Leaving them to their exploration and getting comfortable with the room, my dad ordered me to leave the room for the night and that too without attempting to play with them. All because it was a new place for them. They were going to take time. But I believed in their spirits, and therefore I knew that time was not gonna be a long time. My first meeting with my two packages of hope went in a Nick of time, I hope the moment stayed. But it's best captured first in heart, then in memory and lastly in words.
Dear 12:49 friend, Its 4th feb and 12:49a.m.Just look back a year ago.Could you remember ?Let me remind you if you have forgotten. You know for me this is not just a date placed in a calender ,this is an unforgettable memory which I can't express in words.The same date ,the same time just a year ago this was a moment full of mixed emotions. Yes, obviously today this has just been a memory still everytime I close my eyes and start thinking about it the same excitement, same happiness and feelings I experience ,just like I am still living the moment in the present. Two years of waiting ended with a two minutes of blank mind and silent faces with lots of words inside. Yes finally we met and the best part was we met for the first time.I felt the happiness in your eyes that day,even I was too happy to surprise you like this.But do you know how did it make me feel ? That day I found new definitions of happiness. The happiness of meeting someone for the first time,making someone wordless,staying silent when there are millions of words inside to tell.The surprise was not just made for you , but also for me.
I was surprised at myself. At that moment I have realised a new me. I started smiling for someone standing infront of me like I have never smiled before. I stared at someone without even a word like I have never stared at anyone before. I wanted to stay at the moment,like I have never lived any moment before. I started admiring you,like I have never admired anyone before.
I was really confused whether I wanted to give you thanks for finally coming infront of me or to scold you for being so late to meet me.I couldn't understand that how two opposite things I wanted to do at the same time.At the same moment I wanted to slap you but to hug you too.Because the one who had broken my silence everytime seemed as the most silent person of the earth at that moment. So, I was in a dilemma whether to be happy or sad for that.I literally had goosebumps ,I would started crying with happiness if you remained silent even a second more.
I am really thankful to the time 12:49 ,when for the first time I met a person who is a great stupid as well as the most caring friend of my life.I would thankful to my lord to allowing us to meet.Till that moment you were the imaginary part of my complex number but that moment I found out the real part and then the friendship seemed a complete one.I couldn't believe that you were really there infront of me ,but yes I was in the reality,even that day I found a beautiful reality of mine. Sometimes I wish to have those time captured in a camera ,but not all memories are made to be captured.Because just we need eyes to imagine,minds to remind and a heart to feel and I do it everytime I miss you .So, I am not sad for not capturing that wonderful moment in camera though I love to keep memories as frame.Because to imagine it gives more pleasure than to have it as frame.That was God's plan and God's plan are not meant to see but to feel.The one whom I used to imagine before ,to have him infront of me was like a prayer being finally granted.
I love the time '12:49' that made a silent girl more silent for someone with whom she used to talk the most. I love the time '12:49' that gave me a great satisfaction though I was in a dilemma. I love the time '12:49' that brought a beautiful soul I have always admired infront of me. That was the moment I realised how much I have valued my friendship, the care,concern,respect,love,affection towards our friendship started growing more when I found my dear friend standing infront of me with a cute smile on the face and lots of words inside. ☘