How i left the Kitten?

I had to leave it.

One love i didn’t know i had. Looking back i feel i have done the right choice. Or maybe a wrong one?

The moment i stepped into his house and asked the uncle there, “Can i take him home?”

He didn’t like it, he didn’t want it but all the while he agreed. “You can have him” he said with a sadness that i couldn’t sense then.

I opened the door and saw him resting on his mothers lap unaware of my next plan. I took him away in his sleep and half way back home he woke up. He was afraid. He had never left his home or his mother and here he was, being taken. He struggled, he kicked me. I never gave up. Nor did he.

It was the moment where i put him at a height i thought he couldn’t jump. I think he surprised even himself when he did that and he ran. Helter Skelter. I chased him and saw him running into a hole. He never came out. I had to break it or else i would have let the poor guy die.

After an hour i caught him. Man , he did fight, he did give me a chase.

 

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Just when everyone where happy and thought we could take him, i looked at the poor Kitten and thought – Will i give u a better home?

I think the question was always  “better” not “new”   because all the while i had been asking myself the question – Will i give u a new home?

New might certainly never be better.

I went back and left him with his mother.

I saw a happy mother. The uncle was happy too. Maybe i was too.

But that is how i left the kitten with a heavy heart.

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Write till your hearts content

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Words pull me.

Night and day.

Sometimes i cannot stop thinking about it.

And other times i can’t start thinking about it.

Queer. But once i decide to start writing about something i am afraid i won’t stop.

 

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It sits there silently calling me. It doesnt let me study. My wonderful table. My wonderful pen.

And i stare at my work realising i can’t resist the call anymore.

I get up and rush towards it and just start writing.

Time runs.

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I wake up in the morning.

I haven’t had the faintest idea when i drowsed off , i haven’t had a proper sleep but then i know my hearts full.

 

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Soar High

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Dana looked at the sky and however hard she tried, her eyes were transfixed there.

Four mighty majestic birds owned the sky creating patterns that made her spirit strong. As they maneuvered along the sky chasing each other and falling back, she felt a strange sense of feelings chase her own heart.

Little Dana looked at her brother who was watching them as well and wondered if even he felt what she was going through.

As the birds soared higher than her eyes could see and came down one last time she knew it had captured her spirit.

She knew she wanted to be the ones who flew them. She wondered what they called them.

Little did she knew she would be the first woman pilot to fly a fighter plane.

 

I want that

 

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg

“I want that” she said looking at this fantastic house covered by green. It wasn’t the angle the house was in or the way it was built, there was something about this house that made it difficult to describe.

I looked at her eyes and at that moment decided i would give anything to go away from this world and retreat there.

I couldn’t change a lot of things but i could change us.

It was her peace that was important.

Peace at the cost of happiness? Certainly.

I vowed we would run, literally too.

Is public outrage enough?

The biggest nightmare for a 6-year girl should be her friend stealing her favourite candy or her father not buying her an ice-cream but unfortunately we live in a time where the biggest nightmare for the child is being rapped.

The recent incident in Bangalore highlights the age we live in. Can’t we send our sisters, our children to a kindergarten school without fearing for its safety?

The public outrage that followed the incident was more than justified. It was anger and rightly so. From the marches in freedom park to the strikes on the roads, people came out to show they were hurt and angry. But what were the after-effects of that? So far some arrests and an ongoing investigation. Will the arrest change people’s perception of justice? Will including Sexual offense in Goonda Act stop people for molesting??

Is violence the only method to stop this menace?

The question remains a mystery but the answers may lie in how we change the way we look at women and also how the media portrays them.

Yes , i am angry and may be holding on to our anger till justice is served may be the only way.