I got up today with a strange feeling of loss, but I was too sleepy to make out what?
I managed to get out of my mosquito net without stamping Kuttapan. It’s nice to see the way Kuttapan sleeps, with hands and legs apart as if he had fallen from 10th floor.
I smiled.
I made my way to the mirror near the bathroom with my eyes half open. As I washed my face. I shouted “You Poop head, get out, I am getting late”.
I expected a similar reply but I received silence.
Did I see the door open?
I forgot he was gone.
I smiled.
Me and Kuttapan didn’t say a word. We silently dressed up started walking towards the bus stop. I saw our usual “Water buffalos”, one of the main characters that exist in our fantasy world. We have “Talking Buffalos in green water”, “Big bad buses”, “the villain Mosquitoes”… the list goes on.
I heard the Water Buffalo asking about my friend?
I smiled.
When we reached the bus stop, as usual I was about to start my usual jokes, suddenly I was not able to talk.
I smiled.
I silently got in to my daily activities in office, until afternoon, when I saw Kuttapan’s photo flashing in my mob. I started for lunch.
When I reached building 1, I did take a step towards right, and then suddenly realized that’s a wrong step. I did an undo and
I smiled.
When I reached FC, I didn’t sit in our usual place. I saw Kuttapan coming with a made up smile. He was looking at me with sympathy. I wonder why he looked like that or is he too going through the same phase?
I boarded my bus back at 8:20, I sat in my usual window seat. I heard the leaves whispering. Are they talking about me? I know leaves don’t whisper, but I heard, Trust me I heard them say “hey I have never seen this guy alone, where is his friend?”
I did manage to move my lips. Some call it smile, but I don’t.
I reached home, I reached the door. As usual I waited there so that somebody will open it for me. I call him lazy, but he says I am worse. I heard the lock murmuring “This guy will never change”. When I opened the door, I saw the newspaper lying down. It was cursing me for leaving it unattended. I picked it and kept it near the other newspapers. I heard other newspapers asking why he was late. I heard him say, he is gone.
This time, I did try moving my lips but in vain.
I sat in my chair looking outside.
I was waiting for Kuttapan.
Then I heard my eye balls scream. They were drowning.
This time my obedient lips said “Please, not this time”.
