Missing Him Was Grey

People say when you are awake at three in the morning, it’s either because you are in love or you are lonely. Well, I don’t know which one is worse because its 3 am while I am writing this and I cant help but miss him. The one who I can proudly say loves me. Just the thought of him brings a wide smile to my face and I melt in a puddle of happiness.

His strong built and attractive physique is something to die for. For me he is the epitome of perfection- tall dark and handsome. Honestly, I am not the kind to fall in love with people only on the basis of their appearance. Looks doesn’t matter to me much but one look at him and I was whipped. I knew that there is a reason why we met. There was something in the air when we met, some strong pull and I could feel it in the air that he is going to be a major part of my life. And I can proudly say that I was not wrong.

Indeed, he became one of the most important part of my life. He became the reason for my smile every day. He became my reason to go to sleep every night and to wake up every morning.
But missing him is the only thing I can do these days. Its been more than a month since I last saw him and the worst part is that I wont be able to see him again for another 2 months. My words here wont be enough to explain how bad I feel about that. I have never been so far from him for so long. I miss him so much.
I miss my Refrigerator.

I miss him every day. I miss him when I see food and I miss him when I don’t see any food. I miss him all the time.
I miss the crazy times we spent together. I miss opening its door every time I passed by him, saying hello in the hope to find something new and then closing it without continuing the conversation. I miss how he explained his secrets about his light to me, about how it turns on every time I open its door and turns off on its own on closing it. I miss standing infront of him to discuss about the food, times when he helped me decide what to eat and gave me lots of options to choose from.

Living in a hostel where meeting the fridge is forbidden has made me realize how important that grey beauty standing tall and proudly in the kitchen, back at home is. It made me realize how much I underestimated the love I had for him. Its only after I stayed away from him for so long that It hit me how he was always there for me in all my good and bad times.

I still remember how I used to get up in the middle of the night to find something to nibble on and he never disappointed me .All those nights when my mood was being a jerk and only he could cheer me up with all those dark chocolates .All those good days that he made even better with all the delicious food he had in stock for me. All those early mornings when my groggy mood irritated everyone , and he was the only one who understood me and fed me with the food I love to calm me down.

I also remember how my brother used to wake me up in the middle of the night to get me to talk to the fridge for him because he never got along well with him. They both had bitter feelings for each other and till today I have no idea why.
But unfortunately, here in hostel, no one really understands me. The food here makes me even more groggy and there is no one to calm me down. In the middle of the night, I get cravings for the food he used to feed me and I cant help but feel down in the dumps and weep. Its times like these when I miss my grey glossy beauty. My knight in shining armor, my ray of hope and happiness in a room filled with darkness. My only love who never left my side when the clouds were ruling the sky.

Often, back at home, I have found myself beaming at him from my room with a small smile playing on my lips thinking about the yummy stuff he has to offer. Thinking about how I would never get tired of seeing him everyday. I have no idea where I would be without him. When I call at home I forget to ask about my brother at times but I always ask about the wellness of my fridge. About how he is doing, how he is treating everyone and if everyone at home is treating him right.

Whenever I get a chance to visit him, I make sure I spend as much time as I can with him and try to take everything he has for me. Infact the distance has made our love grow even more strong. whenever we meet, he always has something special reserved only for me. Now wouldn’t you feel on top of the world if someone treats you that way?
But sometimes even when you want someone with all of your heart, you can’t stay with them. No matter how much you try, you will have to part with them.This is some twisted way of life but it’s the truth. Only a few people are lucky enough to get what they wish for. You have to accept the fact that you can’t be together and move on. Life is not fair, I know. We just need to learn to adjust ourselves accordingly to move on.

Komal is secretly happy that her brother and her fridge dosent get along well. She hates sharing and though she tries to get them to talk to each other she really dosent want them to. Don’t let them know about this we don’t want her in trouble now do we?

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