I was sitting by the blue sea,
When a golden fish came close to me.
It said, “Sneha, you look sad.
I desire to make you glad!”
I bent over, looked at it in awe,
Not believing what I saw.
It was talking to me as a friend,
At a time when day was to end.
But I held my feelings back.
With a glance at horizon in lilac,
Waved a goodbye to the fish,
In an attempt to hide my anguish.
By the time I reached my home,
The pain in my heart was gone.
Little, I wondered how it worked,
Looked at a mirror, then shrugged.
With my toughest chores I got busy,
Unaware of what made it easy!
My smile was back, I rejoiced,
“I had my own roof o’er my head!”
Two years later, on my birthday,
Among party, dance, laugh and play,
A fish in a bowl caught my eye,
A gift from a friend named Nitai.
The fish, golden, became a companion,
Reminded of someone from the horizon.
One evening, I caught it staring at me,
Was it asking, “Sneha, are you happy?”