Kurshit, my sweetheart…

…is one of the best memories from my childhood. Kurshit was the definition of cuteness for me. His green eyes. His pink cheeks. His rosebud lips. His soft spongy body. Aaahhh, I can go on and on. I’m sure whoever saw me with him envied me a lot. He was such a sweetheart; everyone wanted him, you see, but he was all mine…just mine.

I used to love spending time with him…
…I could go on for hours sitting on the terrace gazing at the blue sky, whenever he were to lie on my lap and keep me company.
…I could go on forever looking at him sleep, oh so peacefully.
…I would finish all my HW as soon as I got home just so I can be with him (and my (grand)parents thought I finished my HW soon because I was interested in it or whatever. Yeah, right !)
…I would never go to bed without kissing him goodnight and many days I was even lucky enough to sleep by his side.

Those were beautiful days. But then, things started changing slowly. He got weaker and weaker as days passed. And one fine day, he was gone. It was painful. It really was. All the fun we had, all the good times we shared – everything was taken away from me for good. I was shattered. I missed him a lot…I still do.

I asked my grandma what went wrong. I was desperate to know why he was taken away from me. She mentioned that he got too weak and didn’t have a lot of energy to give me company. She said he passed away because he was not properly cared for. I couldn’t believe what I heard, but there was nothing I could do. I was helpless. Even though I took good care of him, even though I knew I looked out for him more than anyone, the fact was that Kurshit was no more and I made my peace with it.

Kurshit, my lovey, I hope you knew how much I loved you. You never failed to bring a smile to my face & your presence always made my day brighter and for all that I will always be grateful. I miss you, my sweetheart !

Today, I called my Mom to ask her where Kurshit was from / if she had more details, etc. For a while there she didn’t know who I was talking about. After I successfully restored her corrupt memory, she told me that he was from Germany and that, if at all anyone, only my late grandfather would have more info on him. Oh well…

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Alright now, let me leave you guys with a pic of his. Now, you must note that this is not his pic, but something very close to what he looked like. He was wayyyyyyyyyyyy cuter than what you see in the pic… Click here.

Isn’t he cute? 😉

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Now for all those curious minds who would like to know how he died – well, his head fell off. I remember playing with him even when he was in two pieces, but that didn’t last long because grandma got furious about all the cotton stuffing that was coming out of his body. So, we tried stitching him back together, but even then he didn’t survive long. Only if I were a little careful :-(…

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  1. #1 by Kaustubh on January 30, 2009 - 2:04 am

    I think I can imagine what you felt. The lesson learned is very valuable though.

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  2. #2 by Titaxy on January 30, 2009 - 7:42 pm

    :-)… Yupe… But I think I still haven’t learned it well. I’m still the same careless irresponsible person in many ways :-(…

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  3. #3 by BG on January 31, 2009 - 5:06 am

    oh thats so cute…

    i had a teddy…but mine was stolen, even now when i talk about it to my mom i feel bad, i curse the person who stole it lol…..

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  4. #4 by Titaxy on January 31, 2009 - 4:51 pm

    Ohhh :-(… That’s bad… Let me join you in cursing the person who stole your teddy ;-)…

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  5. #5 by bhuvi on February 5, 2009 - 5:25 pm

    heheh. i thioguth u were talkin bout a real person who died then it was funny to see a dolls pics.
    i had barbie wen i was little n carried her wid me everywhere till one day i lost her in a bus. i was also careful. but i got another barbie after that n moved on. hehe

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  6. #6 by Titaxy on February 5, 2009 - 5:29 pm

    Hmmm… I never got anything after Kurshit. He was always “the one.” 🙂

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  7. #7 by Swaram on March 8, 2010 - 5:53 am

    😛 😛 I ws feeling bad to open the pic … u hd me there girl! I expected it might be a pup or something, but never a doll 😉

    😀 😀

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