I often wonder what is that one thing that a person uses most in his life and that too most intimately. Nothing else came to my inquisitive mind; but the pillow. There is a deep seated connect or to say an affinity with the pillow.
I must have voted for the undergarments. But then, they get changed with every single shower.
Such a personal commodity and intimate cozy puff that rests the most important part of the body in the weary tiresome night and assures a smooth and loving cuddle, taking you to the world of complete relaxation, a dreamy night.
As a child I remember and know, most will ditto that no matter where you sleep, the pillow tucks along. After a major argument, with the sibling and with the demand to change the bed, what follows is the pillow. You just pick up your pillow and don’t mind any place, any mattress but the pillow.
I believe that affinity with pillow is a celestial connect like the cozy lap of mother.
If you really ponder, you will believe what affinity we have with our pillow.
It listens to all your gibberish mutter, tackles with your atrocious snores and sneezes and coughs, bears all your infections and sicknesses. Still provides you the warm and soothing rendezvous to ease your weariness and stress.
As a small kid I used to sleep with my mother, cuddled. My right hand on her tummy, right leg on her thighs and my head comfortably pillowed on her outstretched soft arm.
I miss those cuddly nights as they became the things of the past as I grew up. But I still miss that pillow which gave me the best sleep.
I often wonder if there is a emotional connection with the very fiber of the fabric of the pillow that livens and brightens the chemistry, the moment we hit our head on our pillow.
