A Friendship That Never Began

That owl would come and sit on my window pane every single night. I wonder how it found a shabby, puckered window so comfortable and cozy. I did not know its name nor did I try asking for it. The first day, it scared me. The second day I took its pictures. On the third day, I was bewildered by its unusual presence for the third time. However, on the fourth day, I got accustomed to its presence. I am not really a bird lover, but how often do I get to be friends with an owl? Sometimes, I just used to stare at it for thirty minutes to capture its stealthy unusual silence and its surreal silhouette. The owl seemed to be very happy with its presently made quarters. I never knew when I got attached to it so much. I used to wait for it to come and take charge of its dominion right after 9:00 pm.

Our bonding was very unusual, I was not quite sure whether it actually existed. We had no interest in knowing each other's names nor did we want to intrude into each other's privacy. However, sometimes, when the owl used to be late, there was a feeling of despondence in me. The very next moment it elated my heart by flapping its large elegant wings and perching on that regular specific spot. One day, it did not turn up, I waited for quite along. I felt sad but did not heed much attention to it. For the entire week, I used to hastily finish my dinner and wait near my window furtively to virtually welcome my friend. It never came. It just disappeared.

I falsely accused myself of being the source of the disturbance. I knew that it would fly away one day but I somehow could not accept its seclusion with resignation. It went away without even saying goodbye. I never realized when its presence started comforting me. Do all friendships work like this? Maybe I will forget about the owl after a few days but it still left a heavy dent in my heart and went away forever.