Calvin and Hobbes

He's the smart one, always brimming with ideas. A non stop thinker. A bundle of knowledge for the small frame he's blessed with, standing exactly at my height (although I'm half an inch taller than him, he chooses to deny it :P). He brightens up my life like no one else. I thought I knew almost everything about the world. Politics, economics, business, national and international happenings, sports, movies and basic philosophy. But he happens to be the speaking tree for all these. Its a pleasure to talk to him and we can talk, debate or even argue about anything under the sun. He has his own take on life. Although I don't agree to all of it, I respect him for it. Our thoughts match most of the time, and in the rare cases where it does not we both reach common grounds and settle it.

He lets me be me, inspite of the nerve wreck I can be at times. He approaches life with hope and I with anger. Our approaches coincide at times, but never overlap. He has a life apart from me just like the way I do. But when we come together, it is just us.

He's crazy, he's wicked, he's wonderfully evil and I love him for everything he is.

He is my Calvin and I'm his Hobbes.

He knows how to rub my belly and cheer me up when I'm down. I know how to wrap my warm body around him to support him. Together we see a life that will hold us together tomorrow. It sure is a filament of both our individual imaginations. But now its taking shape exactly the way we both want it to.

I'm wild, he's calm. I shout, he soothes. I fight, he settles. I snap, he joins. I give up, he holds on.

I breathe, he lives.

He lives, I live.

P.S: The man shall be known as Calvin a.k.a Cal henceforth on all future posts. Consider this as an introduction :)

~ Soumya