Destiny & Acceptance

It’s been an hour since I’ve been staring at the hanging body of him. Numbness he is, my friend, can’t even say a hello. It’s been years, never thought our reunion would be like this. But fate had other plans, I guess.

Many questions are there on my mind but I’m sure I’ve answers to all of them, but couldn’t grasp them altogether at the moment.

I need to be alone.

I am not even sure if I am sad. because it doesn’t feel all like someone …died.

He did leave something for me, a note not a carrot.

“Hello rabbit, glad you came. You probably won’t be surprised more than I was on that day. You remember right? I do because that was my best day. Thanks for everything, and don’t be sad, it’s just me going to a better place, a place where everyone will accept me for who I am, so smile rabbit!

~an old friend.”

It’s the sixth time I am reading this, I don’t know whenever I read it, it reminds me of that day, and make me feel better, better than what’s happening or happened. That day was indeed the best day ever.

 Maybe I am taking a good moment with me back home, with this thought I started driving. Slowly passing every familiar street. Streets to whom I was introduced on that day.

Ouch! A speed breaker. A picture from the drawer fell on my lap.

 Ah, that picture, it’s history itself. A great tale related to that day.

 What happened that day?       

A miracle, a sacrifice, a lot did happen

 

*15 years ago, *

 

I was in the market shopping for some carrots, that’s when I first met him. A weak tortoise trying hard to make his way out of the chaotic crowd.

I helped him get out of that crowd. he thanked me with his brighter eyes, I can never forget those eyes, the eyes of acceptance looking for hope.

I followed him to his home. It was a long way from the market. but realized he doesn’t have a home, the ocean, the land, everyone welcomes him, but not as a family. He has no friends, he was lonely, I guess.

I asked him one day, why is everyone so mean to him?

Its fate, he replied, holding his tears. I hugged him. The warmest hug that was, I remember.

 That day was not just about a memorable race of a rabbit and a tortoise, it was more than that, and I think people forgot that. And the hanging body of my friend was a reminder of that.

I let him win, I didn’t fell asleep, I sacrificed my pride, just for a little acceptance for my friend. I failed.

Everyone lost.

 

 

I’ve finally reached home, it was a long ride, but didn’t feel like so, I feel okay now.

The picture fell off my hands when my daughter hugged me. She recognized me and the tortoise.

“Dad what happened that day?”

“We won”, I replied.