In Pursuit of Lost Friend: Murti, my Kirti

By Dr. Nandhini A P

It was a calm and serene, renowned cow town

In the outskirts of profound downtown.

Whence our illustrious Correspondent hails.

Hence, the story of him gently trails.

We gathered there for a service camp

It rather left our heart with a timeless stamp.

We pitched our stay beneath the thatched roof

That never ditched us, nor turned hearts aloof.

Laughter and Warmth brighten our twilight and moonlight

Our delight lighten the power of stillness of midnight.

In number, we were nearly eleven of both sexes, which didn’t matter

No lumber, was really heaven at the apex, which never falters.

The greetings began at every dawn with the smile,

And the meetings remain near the lawn, and the laughter stretches a mile.

We did eat less,

But we did tweet more that never a mess.

Ingersoll’s banter always triggered the laughter, and his

Trolling of the professor along the pathways made him a rigorous Jester.

Only laughter echoed like a thunderstorm

Holy caster bestowed did strike the brainstorm.

Unaware was I of the tender thread that bound our hearts

Never conscious of the kinder word he tried to impart.

Oblivious to his choice of seating always near me

Obscure was his silent voice and sideways glance to endear me.

Meenakshi, my friend had led me into the Orchard to shape my eyebrows

She revealed of his hidden inscape ---- that really did gape my brows even wider.

She said further that he was lost in thought and comforted in my smile. From the moment,

He touched me with a feather of warmth then I was lost in his thought, comforted in his smile.

No more days to celebrate, and

Will never get one more chance to elate or vibrate.

The warmth that we felt in silence wrapped around us like a soft ache

Thenceforth, the grievance strapped us like a profound heartbreak.

For me, he could never be called love, crush. Or paramour.

But to me, he could ever be enthralled above a lush admirer.

He was my bestie, always so zesty

The feel was divine sweeter than wine

The wheel of time did twine us together as if we were in cloud nine.

And made me chant Murti, my Kirti – forever you are the best friend of mine.

I believed my lost friend would ever be fine.

There the story paused and the memory surpassed.

By Dr. Nandhini A P