A cute kitten comes every day. Initially, I was scared of it. Black, furry ball with narrow slits, frightened enough, clawed at me. Well, I guess the fear in our heads overpowered our ability to see the reality. She was not a threat, neither was I to her. Days passed by, and she came everyday. You know, because she loved milk, and dad adored her. I used to watch her drink the milk and leave as soon as she filled her belly, and returned only at the time of lunch and dinner, ’cause she was hungry. She had no attachment with us. but dad was madly in love, that he couldn’t see that she was only using us.
Days became months, and even I fell prey to her beauty. Beauty of the small things, her playfulness, her purring. She let go of her fear. Now, she was my kitten and I was her hooman. Never really imagined, but she is my furrball, who goes wild with her yellow ball.
Funny it is, how little creatures can shower magnanimous love, by doing the little acts of purity and innocence; reviving the human in us.
Nothing much is required to have long lasting bonds, just trust, respect and friendship.
“Hello! Can you please click a picture of us“, I handed my camera to the stranger who was passing by. She gave me a nod and waited for us to give a pose. We stood together, one hand on our waists and other gesturing the V sign. Smiling like idiots, trying not to laugh, we stood still waiting for us to be clicked. “Thank You“, I came forward to get the camera back. “Happy Now!“, Myra exclaimed as we walked to the front of YOLO 21, a famous cafe in the city of hearts, Delhi.
Every year we went to that place to relieve our stress and anxiety before exams. It was our pamper party to fill our bellies the one last time before we were summoned under the burden of books to get ourselves tortured like the pig for slaughter in the slaughterhouse.
“Tell me how many picture do the three of us have together?“, I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t know, a few maybe”, Reeya pulled a chair opposite to where I sat. “3 years and a few, do you see that?” I was making a big deal out of it. Why should I have not made it a big deal? We knew each other for three long years and hardly got clicked together. “We don’t need pictures, we have memories, tons of them“, well Myra was telling the truth, in the past three years of college we have had our share of fun. “And we are gonna make more memories in the last semester as well“, Reeya put forth a wide smile at the thought of being bad ass in the last semester, by which she meant attending least number of classes, going to the trip to mountain and getting drunk on every college occasion.