If you could have dinner with any fictional character, who would it be?
If I could have dinner with any fictional characters, I wouldn’t choose a wizard, a detective, or a king.
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I would choose Nagraj and Super Commando Dhruva.
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Not because they were superheroes.
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But because they quietly became a part of my childhood.
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For children growing up in the 80s and 90s, comics weren’t just something we read. They were an emotion. A new Raj Comics release could make an ordinary week feel extraordinary. There were no online stores, no instant deliveries, and certainly no digital copies waiting on our phones.
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There was only hope… and patience.
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Every visit to the stationery shop began with the same question, “Bhaiya, nayi comic aayi kya?” Sometimes he’d smile and hand us a fresh copy. Other times came the heartbreaking reply, “Kal aana.”
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And somehow… we actually believed tomorrow would arrive faster.
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Buying every comic wasn’t an option for most of us, so we created our own little library of friendships. We borrowed comics from cousins, exchanged them with neighbours, and waited our turn like it was the most important appointment in the world. If someone got the latest Nagraj before us, we practically counted the hours until they finished reading it.
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Those comics travelled through many hands before reaching ours. The covers became soft, the corners folded, and sometimes a page carried someone’s name scribbled in blue ink. None of it mattered. The adventure inside was still as magical as ever.
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Those fictional characters didn’t simply defeat villains. They defeated boring summer afternoons, power cuts, lazy Sundays, and endless holidays. Nagraj made impossible things seem possible. Dhruva proved that intelligence, courage, and compassion could be superpowers too.
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I still remember reading under a blanket with a torch long after everyone thought I had gone to sleep. “Just one more page,” I’d promise myself. One page became ten, and before I knew it, the adventure was over… leaving me desperate for the next issue.
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We argued over who was stronger. We imagined crossovers that never happened. We became heroes in our own games, saving imaginary worlds before dinner was served.
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Looking back, I don’t miss just the comics.
I miss the waiting.
I miss the excitement of spotting a brand-new issue on the shelf.
I miss the joy of exchanging comics with friends as if we were trading priceless treasures.
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Most of all, I miss that little child who believed every story with all her heart.
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So if I could have dinner with any fictional characters, my table would have two extra chairs—one for Nagraj and one for Super Commando Dhruva.
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Not because I want to know how they saved the world.
But because I want to thank them for making mine so unforgettable.
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Until the next whisper…
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari
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P.S. Please ignore the clock. It has clearly been reading Raj Comics all night and has completely lost track of time! 😂
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