Wednesday, 16 May 2012
Sonu~ the daily routine
I miss the winter mornings
when you used to come home
after your morning strolls
n mount up the bed,near my face
u mewd,*u curr..d,u purr..d
beckoning me to let u
come under the warm quilt..
Then you snuggled up near my pillow
as if you won't sleep without one..
And your special feline snoozing
sounded like a musical note..
u slept until lunchtime
but alas! i had to get up...
Everybody bade you 'Goodmorning'
in their own style..
like papa would lift you,hold you
disturbing you outta your sleep
but u wud curl up again
and resume your dream..
*Pashu wud drag you
by his side of the bed
n pat you until he was too late for school..
After everybody wud have left for work
you'l still be there all curled up
like a bundle of snow,all white
n wen someone called your name //or any name for that matter
you'd slightly move your tail
as a sign of acknowledgment
deep in your sleep...
In the evening after the dinner
wen i wud go up to the terrace
u wud silently follow me up there
n with your cute little paws
u wud jump on my feet taking me unaware
n gesture me to give u a chase
as if u were too fearful of being caught
n we used to play for while..chasing each other..
Until u let me catch you n hold you close
and your eyes wud say" i'm happy that u won"..
when you used to come home
after your morning strolls
n mount up the bed,near my face
u mewd,*u curr..d,u purr..d
beckoning me to let u
come under the warm quilt..
Then you snuggled up near my pillow
as if you won't sleep without one..
And your special feline snoozing
sounded like a musical note..
u slept until lunchtime
but alas! i had to get up...
Everybody bade you 'Goodmorning'
in their own style..
like papa would lift you,hold you
disturbing you outta your sleep
but u wud curl up again
and resume your dream..
*Pashu wud drag you
by his side of the bed
n pat you until he was too late for school..
After everybody wud have left for work
you'l still be there all curled up
like a bundle of snow,all white
n wen someone called your name //or any name for that matter
you'd slightly move your tail
as a sign of acknowledgment
deep in your sleep...
In the evening after the dinner
wen i wud go up to the terrace
u wud silently follow me up there
n with your cute little paws
u wud jump on my feet taking me unaware
n gesture me to give u a chase
as if u were too fearful of being caught
n we used to play for while..chasing each other..
Until u let me catch you n hold you close
and your eyes wud say" i'm happy that u won"..
Me & Sonu..
1:16 PM
Kitty : ( The lead
cat woman) : Leave him to me, I know how to speak meeow!!
And the lady cat
takes the onus to woo the 'Puss in boots' into the deal. (Puss in Boots)
It's a luxury to
hold a cat's attention and be one of her/his favorite person . And you cannot
resist the charm they ooze if they really want something from you. When I sift through the frigid frames of my
childhood in my head I realize our family always had the luxury of feline
companionship .
One of the picture
very vivid and rather painful image is of the moment when my kid brother could
barely walk by that time, strangled a
kitten to death before I could release the poor kitten from his hold. To this day,
I fear having toddlers around cats . Those kittens belonged to the grey cat I
remember we had when I was young. She died eventually of old age.
Then there were few
cats that were visitors but not residents.
I vividly remember
the January morning when Sonu entered our life. We were all up on the terrace
on that sunday winter morning when Manish , my younger bro, spotted a cuuuute ,
all white kitten, in the house next to ours. She seemed lost. And My O My ...
Wasn't she like the cutest thing ever.
Like a small white furr ball. It was love at first sight. Since the
house owners were out of town for last three months we were sure she doesn't
belong to them. Manish suggested to take her in , we would return it to the
rightfull owners, in case someone comes to claim her, and in case no one comes
she will be ours.
Everybody was
delighted to have that cuute lil angel . We were scared to let her out in case
she lost the way back home. Mommy was a bit skeptic to take her into the
household as she would be the one to clean after her. But, to our surprise she
went to the bathroom sink to do her thing..I wonder who taught that lil kitten
the best way to go about doing her daily ablutions . That was a stamp on her mannerisms and we
were soooo lucky to have her in our family.
This January, marked
her 9th year in our family as she entered into the 10th year with us.
Sometimes, I wonder if that precise moment if Manish would have shunned the
thought of getting hold of her and getting her home….she would not have been
with us today. Life would have been different but not as beautiful as it has
been all these years.
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Me and Sonu, before
I left home for college, had a strange thing. Every night after dinner she
would meow at me and make me follow her to the terrace. She will reach there
before me, hide somewhere, and then pounce at my feet with her paws and then
run away, that being my cue to run after her. She will soon get tired and start
grooming herself.
After I left home
for college, I have never been ther at one stretch , not more than 4
weeks. Today being away from home is not
the same as it used to be 10 years ago. Everybody is connected via cell phone
and everybody is just a ring away. Except…except my dear sonu. I will never
fail to ask "Sonu kaisi hai" and parents and bro's would try to be as
descriptive as possible of her whereabouts . I wish she could talk over the phone , what she say..'Meow ' offcourse.
But reaching there
was never a moment of 'meeting' Sonu. Everytime I returned home, sometimes
after as long as six months she would
come near me as if I had always been there. No sudden surprise or a sign of
welcome ..I would feel privileged only to know that she remembered me. I craved for a meeting but it
never happened . Sometimes I wanna get into her mind and check what goes in her
mind ..
(to be continued..)
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