A Little Tribute To A Little Friend

I will start this article with a pinch of irony.

Exactly 2 hours ago, I was writing an article to be published in this blog. It was an optimistic entry (which is quite rare, really), titled “I Am Blessed”. For the past few weeks, I really felt blessed. My steps were springy, my face smiling all the time. I felt so invincible, adequate and generally, blessed. No one seems to be able hurt me; nothing upsets me. No amount of insults (intentional or otherwise) can bring me down. It was a great feeling! As if I was on an eternal high. No less.

I did not know what had triggered this happiness and incredible sense of self-confidence! Probably it was because life had been generally good to me. I have 4 adorable kittens (which I love to bits!), my friends were great, my family was awesome, school was sh*t but well, I survived.

Talking about happiness, I think mine came from my newfound ability to NOT put any value to my material possessions. Not that I have a lot of expensive stuff.. I mean not much importance is placed on my worldly possessions. I don’t care if I lose my money, I don’t care if someone f**ks up my grades, I definitely won’t care too much if I lose my purse or something. Not when I have things far more important than those.

I do not believe in pouring my affections and love on say, a Nike bag, Deuter backpack, or a necklace, diamonds..

I have great friends (I have always wanted to tell you guys just how great you are), brothers (sarcastic, but funny though not very helpful at times), not-so-cool parents but who are all the time supportive, a great environment to live in (maybe except school) and many more. Life is blessed in a way though it is not perfect. I have learnt to appreciate people and little souls around me and I find a wonderful attachment that I do not sense in an inanimate object. Apart from family, friends and my loved one, I have found an innocent kind of love in my little kittens. They became a pit in which I poured my attention and care into.

Everything was great until someone killed my kitten. It was a hit and run. She took almost half an hour to die. There was nothing I could do to help her ease her pain. She was beyond help. Her body was still warm when I was finally able to bury her. It was the most painful moment of my life.

Suddenly, things do not seem so rosy anymore. She has taken a part of my invincibility away with her, into the depth of her little grave; under the flowering pink trumpet tree.


Little Miss Cat
1st June 2004
till
14th July 2004


I feel a little bit more vulnerable now. But this has taught me to appreciate those around me. Hopefully in due time, I will succeed in coming out with a genuinely optimistic article, not laced even with the tiniest pinch or irony and sarcasm.