My Best Friend- Eva!

Life like a Princess..
House like a Castle..
Misha's life was something..
With no pain.. no hassle..

Silk sheets..Satin ribbons,
Beautiful dolls and tea parties..
With..or Without any reasons!

But despite all this..
She never forgot Eva..
Her best friend, she was..
Although, hard to discover..

"Mother! Eva doesn't like this doll"-
Said Misha with disgrace..
"Alright! Alright! I'll buy her another one.."-
Replied Mother, in a hurry..running down the staircase!

Eva, why do you always wear this pink frock?-
Asked Misha..with a smile..

Eva said- "Pink was a color to cherish.."
Marking words of..Juvenile!

It was Twilight..
And Eva had to rush home..
But Misha urged her to stay,
To play a bit more and roam..

Time went by..
And Misha was all grown up,
With a state of mind..
Comprehending which.. was quite tough..

Eva sat on her bed..
And Misha recited her stories;

Ancient legends and lores..
Some defeats..Some victories!

Mother came in the room..
And Interrogated Misha..
Sweetheart, It's been 10 years now..
But you never introduced us to your best friend, Eva?

She's right here mother,
Can't you see?

The woman didn't know what to say..
For, there was no one else in the room-
Apart from..Her and She..

Misha continued reciting..
Till she fell asleep..
Mother went out of the room,
Her feelings- hard to keep!

At midnight, she could hear..
Some whispers all of a sudden;
Misha was talking on the phone..
Sitting on the window.. near the garden..

Eva- I want you to come tomorrow..
You know how important you are to me..
To share my happiness and sorrow..

Don't worry about Mother..
She's nice..
She won't do anything,
For which She would have to pay a heavy price!

Overhearing her words,
Mother went to another room..
Picked up the phone..
Only to witness the doom!

Devastated, she was..
And nothing felt fine..
There was no one else on the phone..
Just.. Misha on the line..||



-Irene S

{P.S.- Schizophrenia is a tough thing to deal with. Through this one, I just wanted to make people accustomed with the fact that how tragic it gets.. when anyone suffers from this serious mental illness.. I've been always fascinated by people who are schizophrenic.. and only true bondings and support can make them live their life..happily.. which is otherwise impossible, for, they do not have the ability to relate with the real world..and people around..and thus, seclude themselves from the society! }