I didn't grow up playing cricket or other sports with boys of my age. I was a kidney patient. I was not allowed to go outside & have fun. I couldn't. The scene was like If I ran for 2 min, I might end up in bed for 2 days.
So instead, my childhood was spent in imaginary tales of courage & fantasy with my Toy friends. So many times Me & He-Man saved Castle Greyskull from the evil forces of Skeletor. So many times the Team G.I.Joe saved the world from Cobra gang under my command.
I promised them that I will take care of them forever, but Mom gave them away. Now, I was suppose to grow into a mature guy. Mom gave them to my Nephew. I visited him yesterday. I peeked in his room to have a look at them & there they were, twisted & deformed. The little boy inside me cried. I couldn't keep my promise. I was unable to save my very first friends from such ill fate.
I owed them so much. My building block game found the architect in me. The fake guns made me the soldier that I never can be.
When Dad scolded me, they gave me joy & comfort without uttering even a single word.
& yet, I let them be a child's play. & these friends were the ones made of plastic & I had to desert them. Makes me wonder if I could make my friend's with flesh stay around, with me, forever?
