An old friend
In a dark rainy night, from the wet and lorn roads ,a man was coming towards my home in a hurry as he wants a shelter to protect himself from the rain. He have an umbrella on his left hand and A bag hanging on his back.I was watching him through my bedroom's window when I finished my poem for the friendship day tomorrow, just before going to sleep. Suddenly, the doorbell of my house ranged in a scaring way, breaking my attention to that man. I was confused that who came to my house at that time .I get to the downstairs and was about to open the door but I was afraid from inside too that what would happen if there's a crook or a ghost. I came near the door and asked " Who are you and what do you want from me? ". He answered in an gentle voice " Hello, I am searching for a shelter. Would you like to help me ? ".His voice was gentle and sweet, not rough as a crook, so I opened the door. He was a strong, gentle man and a little bit taller than me. His eyes were blue in colour and he had yellowish coloured hair which makes him to look alike a foreigner. " Can you please let me to stay at your home for a night? I will left from here in the morning ,"he requested to me.
"Okay, please come in, it's my pleasure to help someone in need.,"I said to him. I took him to the drawing room and I asked him for some food but he refused . He took off his bag , keep down his umbrella beside him and sat on the sofa near the table . " Would you like to prefer tea , or coffee? "I asked him again. " Well, I would prefer coffee because I'm feeling cold," he said. I get to the kitchen and made two cup of coffees - one for me and other for this gentle guest. Then , I walked to the drawing room taking the cups of coffee with both of my hands and took them on the table. He finished his coffee and then said" Thank you very much, Mr. Kind. You really helped me a lot." " No, that's not very big work for me,but where were you going in this cold winter night, gentle man, "I asked him curiously. " I came to this city to meet my an old friend. He came to my home two months ago but I was out of the country . When I came back to my home my parents informed me that my friend had came to meet him . After getting a holiday for a month, I came here . I heard that he lives in a locality named harinagar in that city. He is a poet and writer. There were no taxies who were ready to go to harinagar , so I walked away from the station in search of a hotel but can't get a hotel so I came to your house. " "But you are already in harinagar and being living from a lot of time there, there are no poets in my locality. " No, that's not right, I heard that he lives there and what will I do if you said the truth,"he said sadly. I was feeling bad for him that what would happen if he could not get his friend back to him." Well, where would you go tomorrow?, "I asked. " I would pack my luggage and leave house in the morning and then I would go back to my home. I will search him everywhere and I would surprise him if we meet. I hope he is living happily somewhere , without me , " he said sadly . He yawned three or more times and I get understood that he is very tired and he need a rest. I said " It's my time to go to bed, you could sleep here, okay? If you need anything, please inform me. "
I thought that his friend is a poet and lives in harinagar but there no poets in my locality excepting me. I was very confused of that guest. I fell asleep thinking about him. Next morning , I woke up early at 5'o clock and I saw that it's raining outside through my window . I get downstairs to see that guest. I saw that he is already awoke and was reading my books ." Oh, so you awoke Mr. Kind," He said wonderfully, " Why you didn't told me about these books you have ." I smiled because I thought he loved my books . "Why you didn't told me that you have Yash Kumar's books, he was a brilliant poet from his childhood, I have a big collection of his books in my drawer , " He said happily. I was happy that he liked my books but I was confused that how does he knew that I was a poet from my childhood.
I get to him and sat near him. " you knew about it's writer from childhood, how ?, " I asked. "Well, I had been with him in his school , he was my best friend, " He said. I remembered for a second that who was my best friend . " Excuse me Mr. Guest, you didn't introduce you to me? " I asked.
"Oh, sorry actually my name's Achyut tiwari , I am a business man and also a painter, you would have seen them," He said.
I wondered for a second then said "what! Are you saying truth?. " "Yes, but why you are surprised, I am not a celebrity, " He said. "But you are a celebrity for me, I am surprised because I meet you, " I said wonderfully. He took the book on the table and said " Can I ask you that why are you happy for meeting me. " "It's my pleasure that I meet you after a lot of time, actually I am Yash Kumar who is a poet and writer and who lives in harinagar in that city, " I said. I saw his face get filled with wonder and was surprised. He stood up and hugged me. " Why did you waited to tell me about yourself. Thank God, that I didn't leaved , "he said happily. " Actually, I was confused because when I get to your home, out of the city, I meet your parents and they told me that your were out of the country so I came back, "I said. " Well, it's not the time for debate, it's time to enjoy, " He said happily. We celebrated the friendship day together . And I wrote some few lines.
' a poet and a painter
celebrated the friendship day together,
with their love and care,
and nobody else there .
after a lot of time
together they rose again,
the option of faith they chose again,
I am not far from my friend
we are together close again. '
- yash kumar
( From the A Poet And A Painter )
