It was the month of
December, Christmas Time, and I and my friends got together to enjoy each
moment with joy and excitement. We had our holidays and hence there was a lot
of time for preparation. On December, I and my best friend Michael were busy
purchasing goodie bags, decorations, candles and toys for the Christmas tree
and our other friends were busy in collecting money from our neighbors for the
celebration. It was such a joyful moment for us as we were having a Christmas
party for the first time in our house. We never had a party before as it was
too small but this time my friends had agreed to celebrate it in our house and
enjoy ourselves.
I and Michael had come
home after spending almost 6 hours outside, buying different items, I was too
drained out and tired. I rushed to the kitchen table along with Michael and we
started taking out the vessels and serving ourselves. We were eating at such a
speed that our friends were literally shocked seeing us feel so hungry and we
asked them not to disturb us while eating. I began over eating due to the
tiredness and then drank a glass of water to digest the food.
My friends then asked us
to help them in cleaning the house as they had got no time to do it. It was
just 5 days left for the party and hence I and Michael got to work soon and I
started wiping all the furniture while Michael and the others started cleaning
the floors. I took a stool to clean the fans and started feeling uneasy due to
the food that had not been digested yet. It was feeling like gas collected in
my stomach but still I felt that as I work, I would digest the food. It did not
happen the way I had thought about it and out came the gas in the form of a
loud noise. Hearing it, the cloth from my hand just slipped and Michael and my
other friends stared at me with a sign of shock on their faces. I closed my
eyes in embarrassment and they all burst out laughing. They kept laughing till
I got down from the stool and ran inside the kitchen to have Eno and Michael
followed me in. He kept his hand on my shoulder and tried to console me saying
that it happens, it happens very often when we cannot control the Fart. I just
puked out my water when he said that and the others again started laughing. I
told them to stop but they did not. Instead, they started taking out noises and
I pretended to shout and cry to make them stop. It was then when they all came
near me, along with Michael, and we shared a big hug. I too couldn’t stop
myself and I joined the laughter gang.
The entire day was spent
laughing over that incident and though it was highly embarrassing, I remember
it as the most joyful moment of my life. Michael and my other friends are the
Jug of my life and today Michael is no more with us. I miss him every time
Christmas arrives and we pray for him together. Miss you Michael!
