My little khasi friend
A little soul with an astonished smile on her face was seen by me at a little warm tea stall in Cherrapunjee, Meghalaya. I don't remember her name as she was a bit shy about talking to me at first because language was the barrier there. Eventually we ended up being good friends without even talking much because we shared a common language which was connected by heart.
She was the epitome of the peace of Cherrapunjee because she held the silence of mountain within her eyes. I don't know why I felt so connected with her when she first touched my hand while doing a greeting through our heartily language. I offered her a biscuit and she agreed, I fed her with my own hands, this is where our bond gets stronger.
She depicted my childhood as I was also tried to helping my parents always even if I am not capable enough to do so. She also did the same, she continuously intended to help her parents. Spending time with her made me feel simplicity can bring us the type of peaceful happiness which fancy things cannot. Her eyes had a story, a story which can attract anyone anonymously. A story of struggle while being down to earth.
Because of her , the little unfathomable store started feeling like home where I could have a glimpse of my childhood. We all know that life doesn't stop for anybody, so as time passes, our friendship also comes to a point of time out when we tend to leave. But I believe the bond I shared with her is not something which can be washed off with time. While having a goodbye season with her I promised to come back to her , to meet her and her touch assured me that she also feels the same.
