My Entire Life

Ashima was just nine years old when she first saw me. She wanted her mom to take me along as she liked me a lot, and since then I am with her. That night, after having dinner, Ashima came to me, looked at me with affection. She was looking like a little princess; I was overwhelmed with motherly feelings for her. Soon Ashima started sharing with me, how she spent her day. She continued till she drifted off to sleep. I liked her. She was innocent and so were her words.

Thereafter, it became her routine to spend some quality time with me before falling asleep. She liked my company, I liked hers. Whatever happened the whole day, she would share that with me, which I eagerly awaited.

That day, she was not at home. The whole family has gone out to visit a relative. The next day also, when I opened my eyes at dawn, I found myself alone. I was missing my cutie pie. I waited and waited for her to come back but it had been a week now since I saw her last. I felt blank. I wanted her to come soon and write her stories on my heart, as she would do. After almost two weeks, she came back. She rushed to me directly, on entering the house. With all her innocence, she gave me all the details of her trip. How much she ate pizza, burger, chocolates. Last Saturday was her busy day, as she left for a hike. She hiked on rocks and moss. Then she ate pancakes. She had a chocolate orange juice, it was yummy! She also jumped in the freezing lake… and it went on for hours. She made me feel that I was also with her in the whole trip. She seemed so happy, that I forgot all my lonely days.

It had been raining continuously for three days. My little Ashima caught a fever. She looked dull, her head was aching. After giving her medicines, her mother asked her to sleep early. Though she wanted to spend time with me, the fever made her weak. She sat near me, held me tight and fell asleep. She had all my blessings with her. I prayed to God for her fast recovery.

What happened to her, she came home early. Ashima didn’t have her meal, came straight away to me. She was looking sad, I couldn’t see her like that. She looked at me and busted out in tears. She had a fight with her best friend at school. It was not her mistake. But her friend thought Ashima did that act intentionally. These misunderstandings led to break up their friendship. In sadness, she cried a lot, and her tears made me wet. My heart was full of tears, her tears. I knew how hurt she was. How much I wanted that pain to go away. 

Years rolled by. Our relationship became stronger and stronger. She made me feel very special that day, when she shared her feelings with me, the feelings for her first love. I glanced at her, my little princess has grown up into a beautiful young lady. She hugged me tightly. She started describing him, the one who was in her thoughts, soon she lost in her dream world. I was astonished to see, how beautifully she expressed the first love of her life. Every word seemed to come from her heart. Looked like, she opened her heart in front of me, so that I could see myself, who was inside it. It brought me so close to her. I wished the boy be good and love her always. I had no heart to see her unhappy.

The day Ashima waited for so long, finally came into her life. Ashima couldn’t believe, she had accomplished something that important, my sweetheart had now become a writer. She was on cloud nine, so was I. She had fulfilled her dream, her first book was published. She came to me, gave whole credit to me. She shared her thoughts “Every day I get to sit down in front of you and think up words, words that can touch your heart. Every day I try to create stories out of thin air to tell you so that you don’t feel ignored. I was not born a writer. You made me a writer.“ I was cuddled in the cutest arms. I withdrew into a feeling of bliss and closed my eyes.

It was her generosity that she gave whole credit to me. But I knew it was her efforts, her skills, her talent. Who else could tell this better than me, I had seen her writing since childhood. She would write through the mess. Initially, she would write through poor grammar and awkward tense changes. But I saw her grew by leaps and bounds as a writer and a person. She was improving every day. Now, she had developed such a beautiful expression, that she could phrase everything with heart, which made it possible for her to be a writer. Her writing skill was unique, I felt warmth in it. Her talent had no boundaries.

She is my little princess. I love her so very much. She is the one, my heart always sings about. We spend lots of time together in her room. She has a special bonding with me. She’s every feeling I’ve had for the past so many years. I know her for ages. She is my child, my best friend, my entire life. I just wish her every success in life. And I know, she also loves me a lot. She pours her heart out to me. We will never part as I am her best friend. I am her diary.