I thought of the many different things.
Was it the nice ball that my uncle has given me? I was delighted after getting it and played many years with that football.
Was it the cricket bat my father gifted after passing class I? Not to mention cricket was and still very close to my heart. We couldn’t live without playing cricket, be it small or long, we had to play everyday.
Was it the sets of kites or the ducks in the ponds, I used to see by my window in leisure times?
Was it the solitary banana and papaya tree in our house? The fresh guava, coconut, palm, mango, jackfruit, and pineapple we used to get/stole from the neighbouring areas climbing the trees.
Was it my drawing board I used to paint anything and everything? Especially I used to draw sceneries.
Was it my mirror, where I used to check how much I had grown up and always feeling scared as I thought, I will die soon if I grow too much?
Was it my dairy, where I used to write some funny things, small poems, cricket scores and paste the paper cutting pics of sportsmen?
Or Was it my strange thoughts and imaginations? I was crazy sometime and behaved abnormally for these thoughts.
Or the imaginary structures we used to make with dirty clays and sands?
Or Was it the fairy tales of “Thakurmar Jhuli”/ “Gopal Bhar” / “Sujon Harobola” or “Ramayana” and “Mahabharata”, two of my favourite TV serials I used to see in my childhood.
I am totally puzzled. Ten choices, and I don’t know what my favourite thing was, whom I can call my best friend. Which is why, I took some time to answer this question.
I decided to think again on my childhood. Closed my eyes for five minutes and got the answer.
I can see, With Him, I am playing funny games like kith kith, Langra chor (have to touch other player by running in one leg), hide and seek, football and cricket, sometime customized TT and hockey in the adjacent areas of our house in Kharagpur. I was never alone. He was always with me, from the day my first cell formed, from the moment I landed in this earth. He accompanied me each and every moment in my childhood, starting from going school, to play in the evening, from stealing the mango pickle in kitchen, to study together, we were together even when we fell sick.
I really miss his presence now. He was my best friend and still he is and will be. I love him.
He is no one but my Twin Bro :-) my best childhood friend.
PS: Both the pics are drawn in MS paint, I was conscious while drawing the first one, so personally second one is better to me.
Update on 01st Oct 4:00pm - This post is mentioned as one of the Top Posts Of The Day in Davids blog and another good news is, our project in Greece has gone live today successfully. So I am happy.