Being a bachelor is fun and the flavors of being single
brings freedom un-paralleled to anything else in this world. It was one fine
morning stroll when I decided to get someone else to live with in my small
apartment. Perhaps, it could sway me away from my lonely moments. When I saw
him, I felt he was so similar to me. Living in a small glass bowl, this someone
else happened to be a blueish red fighter fish whose scales shone brightly with
the morning sun rays falling on him at an angle. I knew we would be good
friends and have a good time together. Fighter fishes love solitude, something
which I was bored of at times but sometimes I did love being lonely and
peaceful, with no one else to disturb around. So, I brought my friend, Bluemoon
to my apartment and placed him at the center of my center-table.
My apartment has a rectangular carpet area and
Bluemoon was visible from anywhere in the room. He seemed a little curious in
the beginning which is most normal for any living being. Aquarium stores do not
take good care of their fishes. They just want to keep them alive until sold.
Perhaps, it was going to be Bluemoon’s first tummy filling food serving. I got
a few pellets and some dry worms for him. Google suggested me that kind of food
was ubiquitous for fighter or betta fishes. But, Bluemoon wouldn’t touch any of
the food floating above him. He just stared at them, made a few rounds around
it and went back into the depths of his bowl. I wondered what was wrong but
then I understood. Even I would perhaps take a similar course of action, if
some stranger offered me a good dinner without any reason. We were yet to be
friends. I decided to let him be alone at the table, switched off the lights
and came out onto the balcony, giving him some solace to judge and have his
dinner. He needed to turn off his suspicion and accept me as his good friend.
As for me, I would perhaps be at ease if some stranger was not surveying me
sharply and let me have my good food alone.
When I came back in after a few minutes, I was not surprised
to see all the floating bits of food gone away. Indeed, Bluemoon thought and
felt like me. The food ordeal continued in a similar way for a few days, when I
came across an article on the internet that described a unique character around
Betta fishes. They rage and spread their fins when they meet someone alike. I
tried the same with a mirror against Bluemoon and indeed he reflected back with
rage and attacked the glass walls. It was something too different a behavior
than I would ever have acted on meeting my other self. Of course, we were
humans. We differ. But, as days passed on Bluemoon became less shy about his
food with me around and now he feeds from my hands. When I pick up the
toothpick with a dry worm stuck at the other end, Bluemoon breaks his sleep and
comes near the surface to feed himself. Overall, me and my Bluemoon have a lot
of similarities and we do spend some good time together every day. Solitude is
what we love and we do get it even after being in company of each other.
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