(Grown up Nobita writes a letter to Doremon, in the form of a poetry)

Dear Doremon,

It's been 1000 days since you left me to go back to your original world.    

The world from where you came to me like an angel from heaven and transformed my life , magnificently.        

How are you? Do you miss watching horror films at night? 

 And Mi-Chan?

And all those times when we took revenge from Gian and Suneo ?

And Eating cakes at Shizuka's house?

Honestly, Now, those cakes for sure ,don't taste as delicious as they used to.

Nothing's wrong with Shizuka's baking but the absence of my eating partner is felt by my taste buds too.

Putting a slice of cake on the plate, taking bites with a spoon is called satiating your appetite.

But gulping the entire slice at once, stealing from your bestie's plate for an ounce and having a feud for the last slice is called brimming heart with the essential love, the fuel of life.

A minuscule verse of the song of my childhood ; never knew it would trigger my tear tank, wow!

Sorry for wrinkle on the paper; the culprit is my teardrop and my lazy hands don't wanna pay for their crime now.

Even though I am a transformed Nobita ; perform exceptionally great in academics,

Earlier surrounded by video games and comics but now submerged in scientific epics.

Perhaps, I still want to have a ridiculous clumsiness and a lowkey laziness.

I want them to be embedded within me so that whenever it is put to the spotlight,

My mind plays a snippet of nostalgia about my past of hard core clumsiness and laziness,

And how you separated the magnet and the Ferrum fillings and executed, what was right.

Everyone points it out to me , that even though I have such a big house, well furnished.

Your serene slumber chose to come into existence in my wardrobe, every night.

I know that and you chose your comfort zone by yourself and I never persuaded.

But perhaps, the idea of you sleeping in my wardrobe felt strangely right.

I liked you sleeping in there to ensure that my most precious possession was safe and sound,

And nobody could take you away from me.

Sometimes, a wave of fear would wash over my mind that a creature like you would be taken away

when I would be immersed in a good night's sleep.

So it was better to keep you hidden in that site, a surreal but protective one.

Hidden from the nefarious eyes and closer to my admiring ones. 

People say that even though, Doraemon is a cat robot but he has a fear of rats.

Honestly, it's the most hilarious thing about you and it still makes me laugh like crazy

A cat afraid of rat ! So hilarious.

I remember , how I pranked you by keeping a rat in your pocket, I had found on the floor.

You turned into an erupting volcano , ready to burn me in the lava of your agitation.

Lol, sorry for laughing .

Every time , I see somebody getting on someone's nerves ,that incident automatically replays in my head. 

I don't really like to try such a thing now because I know I will not get that particular kind of overwhelming response from anyone else .

The response of agitation and fury and my reason of breaking into a peal of laughter. 

*sighs* I miss you so much

Doraemon. I miss sharing all the fuss of my life with you.

My endless chatter and your patient listening .

My fountains of tears and your facepalm on seeing me exaggerating.

A facepalm done with a snowball like hand Lol.

And I don't want to lie about my state of my mind by saying the Idealistic sentences you may like to listen.

Easier to listen but onerous , when it comes to there implementation.

Yes, I miss you.

Yes, its arduous to concentrate on work sometimes,

and yes, I have learnt to live this way.

So, just know one thing.

Even if your absence hurts me, but your presence in the form of a Blissful memory, is the most precious feeling in the world and I would never it for the Universe.

Your best friend forever

Nobita Nobi