Huggables

Every girl needs a BF in her life. And I met my girl on the very first day of her life. I was there right beside her when her mom placed her in the crib. But she never noticed me. She was in a blissful siesta. It took a couple of months before she rolled over to smile at my face. Patting my face she cooed a merry hello and that’s how we made up. If you r wondering whether I am a boy or a girl, I am a pillow and this is my story. Now ‘Don’t piss me off with those ‘Do-pillows-have-a-story?’ looks. You guys are just envious ‘cos I am more huggable.

Yes! She hugs me every night and I kiss her a goodnight. She grew up playing princess in this pillow castle and I cushioned her every fall. When the war breaks lose it’s with pillows after all. She dresses me in these fancy pillow cases. I’m a Tweety a day and a smiley the other day, A heart a day and a rose on another day. We play peek-a-boo and pass in the parcel all day long and climb up the slumber world to claim dreams by nights.

Her teens were the best years of my life. Extravagant hugs and kisses made my toes curl. Thank god! I don’t have fins and bones or they would have surely snapped in one of those bears hugs. All those late night talks and mid day naps....we could as well have been Siamese twins. I may not have the feel-good-hormones firing in her veins but HECK! I felt GOOD. Really good.

Rainbow bows might fade away but it certainly never marks the end of the day. Her turbulent-teens gave way to more-mature-mid-twenties. She lapped books and laptops, but I was always there cushioning them all, through spring and through fall.

I thought that she is sweet until I tasted the first of her tears. I took in a truck load of salt as I nursed her through a major heart break, then the other and then another. I decluttered her dilapidated heart as she patched my tattered covers. How I wish she could be the same old ‘smile-all-day-long’.

She must have had her fingers crossed when I made my wish for it was granted very soon. She entered wedlock with this handsome marquis who made her smile like never before. He tickled her merely with his eyes and I could never figure out how, for I had to close my eyes whenever he inched closer to her. If I was a tweeny bit envious of him it would fade away too soon in the rosy blush of her cheeks.

One day she took me in to her hands and stuffed me in her pajamas. I could not make what the hell it was all about in the suffocation but he did. He hugged her crushing me in the process overwhelmed by the news she delivered. “Can somebody explain me what’s going on?” I barked but no one bothered. They left me guessing at it pensively for 9 long months as she stuffed me under her back or belly, or sandwich me between her legs at times. I found this weird but nevertheless I did what I always did. I cushioned her, comforted her and supported her until I met her once again in the same old crib. She is in a blissful siesta and I know I have to wait for a while before she rolls over smiling at my face.