Toy's

Toys, this one word plays the best role in one’s life. There is no single person on this planet who might have not played with them in their early childhood. We start with the ones making rattling sounds, then as we grow with digitalize our toys and shift to mobile phones, after growing more we make our toys mobile and we desire them through roads. Everybody has that one toy in their life which they band with and in my case, it was stuffed monkey who I called John.

John was a stuffed monkey with fur as soft as the softest velvet available on the planet, the smile which he had on his face took away all my sorrows, his eyes could move like the bob of the pendulum and he could dress up in the same jumpsuit everyday. He had welcraws in his hands which were meant to hold curtains, but I had gone mad fighting with my mother to allow me to use it. After a great deal of hard work, I finally got him. I was instantly bonded to him, and I suppose that the reason behind that was my jolly and cheerful person matching frequencies with his smile and playfulness. There was nobody in my residence of the same age as that was of me which left me with no option but to manage to play with myself and John helped me do that. 

I loved holding John in my hands as it was so soft, I was much softer then the cottage cheese I used to eat. Whenever I would feel demotivated I would take a hug from John. His soft fur was the factor of his which compelled me to hold him in my hand. His smile is what still helps me to shape my motto of life that I used to spread happiness all around the world around me and to embrace every sorrow which comes my way. I was very famous in the school for my poems which I used to write in the Hindi language and the majority of my leisure time goes writing them. My most favorite memory with John was to write these poems and to read it to John and nod his head by my hand and agree and disagree with my own poem. This is one of the most historical memories which I share with John.

The second most loving memory that I have with John was to keep a 10 rupees note in the pocket of his jumpsuit whenever he could absorb my stress and make me happy. But one sad day, when I was twelve years old, John got stuck in a screw and was torn apart twice. I cried a lot that day and was deeply hooked by the thought that who would now hear my sorrows or share my happiness and also the fear troubled my mind of facing the very cunning and judgemental world.

My friends and family but completely flashergarted by the way I reacted to John's death, which was apparently of to be called murder for my mom was there pulled him while he was stuck in the hook. I was a quintessential toy lover who gave everything in the toy owner relationship. even though John is no more but I am grateful for it shaped me and my life in a very constructive way. He also helped me in being what I am today and giving me my smile and naughtiness that I have in me. John was, is, and always remains an integral part of my life.