When I was gifted a star – memories and nostalgia

Feeling nostalgic and sentimental and a little teary today. I don’t know why. Nothing has happened to make me feel this way. The children are in good shape. Which means to say that  they are bickering regularly with each other  (Which is a good sign, Really!!!) The hubby is good too. My youngest one , a three month old pup is lying peacefully curled up at my feet. Life is fine! And still from the moment I woke up today I feel the urge to cry. To go back and revisit – my memories, my childhood and my life. It is under this compulsion that I am sharing with you a post that I wrote sometime last year. An old memory that makes me smile as it makes me cry and as is with all such things… very special!

“Friendship” – When I was gifted a star

There was a point in time, when I believed I was jinxed. My grand-dad died 13 days before I was born, my mom when I was hardly 6, my dad had to leave and settle abroad when I was 8. I wondered ” why do I always lose the people I love?”

By the time  I turned nine, I found myself in a girls hostel. Because I had joined mid-term and there was no space in the hostel meant for girls from my class I was put in with the  older girls.The girls were nice, sympathetic perhaps, but they were young and I was younger and there was no meeting ground. I was a lonely child, so sad inside that my eyes brimmed up if I ever heard a kind word from anyone.

And that is what happened when she first spoke to me. “She ” was a fifth grader (An year older than me), her name was Sminu Jindal, and she was beautiful!  I was walking back alone from the dining hall at night. She called out to me and asked if I was alright? She spoke to me in the gentlest voice.That’s all it took.. Three little words to bring tears to my eyes. I was embarrassed by them. But it seems she understood and walked by my side.

That night she told me something I will never forget. She said people who leave don’t go forever. They become stars and watch over you. And then she pointed to the part of the sky with three stars in a row and said “See, the middle one there.. That’s your mom”. I looked at her, as if she was handing me a magic wand.. and she said “ya, it is ” “Go ahead, call out to her… if she is listening, the star will blink”. With wonder and amazement in  my nine-year old eyes,I did as she asked, tentatively calling out to my long  lost mom in my mind. Guess what? The star blinked. From then on, whenever I was low or sad or lonely or even happy. I called out to my “mommy star” and it blinked a blink specially for me.

As it did the day I got the sad news. Sminu,  had met with an accident and could walk no more. She never came back to school, and I never got a chance to tell her, how thankful I was  for her gift. She had gifted me faith and belief in the shape of a special star.

image courtesy ironmouse86.deviantart.com

I still regret, not being able to thank Sminu for her special gift. Life had handed her a tragedy and she didn’t deserve it. But knowing the person she was, even as a child, I am sure wherever she is , she is “blessed” !

Do you have any friends who gave you something memorable. Not stuff, maybe but faith or hope or love and care when you needed it the most. Do you have any friends  you would like to thank but haven’t?

Do you have a special star?

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5 thoughts on “When I was gifted a star – memories and nostalgia

  1. Hey!!!! This is such a beautiful and heart warming post. Right now, I will thank u and big hugs for re-kindling the belief in me. There are so many people I need to thank and I too believe that our loved ones join the stars and look at us. Feel sad at reading how your friend met with an accident but taught you the most priceless thing in life. People come in our life for a purpose.
    Have a great day
    V

  2. Sapna my dear ,I am touched to the core of my heart ! I have also found my very very special star my son ! Thank you loads and God Bless you ,Maasi

    Asha Ruia

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