A lesson on friendship
Fadya, my fishie died on Sunday.
His presence in my life was for a month. For a whole month, he gave AB and me a taste of parenthood. We cleaned the tank together, played together, took turns to feed them, every morning, as soon as we got up, we would control our morning pressures and run to the tank to see if all the four were there, alive swimming and happy. For the first few days we didn't even have any other topic to speak to each other. I have clicked 400 pictures of my fishies in a month. Why did he die then? Why did we let him die?
For a few days before he died, other fishies especially Gordon was bullying him, nipping his tummy. Others would just swim around and form a gang. Poor Fadya would get scared - you could make out. I kept the lights off so that he could hide and they leave him alone. That was all I could do. AB would tap the tank to scare the other fish away when they neared him, that didn't help either. Saturday, he looked huge. He had puffed up and couldn't swim. He kept sitting on things, and later that evening, he started to hide and go away from the others. They had stopped bothering him, but he kept away. He was dying. So he secluded himself. Brave fish. And I watched him helplessly.
My only consolation was Govinda. This little baby was a source of our strength. The whole of Saturday Govinda didn't swim merrily around the tank like he does everyday. He was with Fadya. Not poking him, not chasing him. Just sitting by his side. He didn't even leave his side to eat! For some time, I thought maybe he too wasn't feeling well. But he was as fit as a fiddle. He just chose to sit by his dying friend. Fadya tried to avoid him, he wanted to be left alone, suffering. He was hiding and running away from everything and everyone, but Govinda was that annoying little friend who wouldn't let him be alone, suffer alone. The kind of friend who clings to you, glues to you and says 'hate me if you want, but I will not turn my back on you'.
We were surprised to see Fadya find really tricky places in the tank to hide, even more surprised to see Govinda find a spot next to him, just looking at him. After Fadya was removed from the tank, Govinda was relentlessly swimming to the same places Fadya hid as if he searched for him, but didn't find him.
Fadya's loss upset me but Govinda's strength intrigued me, moved me, reminded me of precious emotions often taken for granted. Here's a little thanks for all the gems who have stood by me through dark phases, being my strength and a little wish and a prayer for all of you to be blessed with such an angel in your life and when the time comes, you to be somebody's angel too.
