Yesterday when I went for a walk (actually while on phone I couldnt realise that I had gone quite far )towards the barren ,effete land which generally remains in the dark and aggrandises the pleasure of being in an all-time enlightened township of a PSU,I felt some tiny source of light moving towards the fence.Though my line was through and the person on the call had least idea that his words were becoming unable to dilute my anxiety to see some eventual and magical show that rarely happens here.I looked closer but couldn't strain my eyes further.So I continued my call and almost ignored the call of discovery considering it yet another trivial .After few minutes passed I was returning and as a reflex I saw the fence again and there it was,the one that pulled my attention and aroused my intrest in getting something fuuny and unusual.A snowy furred grownup cat at the peak of her youth sitting on the other side looking as if pleading to get her through and mewing as if mumbling that she doesnt belong to the dark.
I am not a cat lover like some people are,who treat them as their cater-cousin and share all their lives with just an animal.So I enjoyed this serendipity sort of her appearance in the jungle of bereavement where in my work area I have been meeting extinct species and rife varities of faunas and birds.Out of these some are extremely endorsed with beauty and calmness while some are awfully weird by looks , by voice and by their activities.Some are scary too in front of whom you need to carry stuffs to prove that we belong to the most rational family of living beings and they can still get hurt.This cat appeared as a timid,harmless and just a creature but that too was not enough to tempt me to entertain her whims.I returned back home .
In the morning we wake up by the shrilly peacocks call,one at each terrace shouting , conveying that they add feathers to the beauty of nature that resides in the township of an industry.I have seen that the number of peahens is quite large against their counterparts and they just look like a filthy herd of big brown bags.The door to my backyard offers the morning sunlight to creep into my house and hallow the air for the entire day.That means my frontal of the house faces west where the setting sun kisses goodbye promising to see me again the next day at the back of my garden.I opened the door in the dawn and there she was again cosying her up spiraling her tail around her body on the chair outside.She looked like a fallen star in the dawn and leered tenderly at me whispering that she came all by herself.But I not at all felt proud of her and closed the door.Though I continued peeping through the window of my kitchen,she was eating the bread crumbs from the dustbin which didnt match up to what she looked like.I dont know making up stories with the characters which may not fall again in front of me is good or not but I think this cat encounter is going to draw a line in my notebook.
I am not a cat lover like some people are,who treat them as their cater-cousin and share all their lives with just an animal.So I enjoyed this serendipity sort of her appearance in the jungle of bereavement where in my work area I have been meeting extinct species and rife varities of faunas and birds.Out of these some are extremely endorsed with beauty and calmness while some are awfully weird by looks , by voice and by their activities.Some are scary too in front of whom you need to carry stuffs to prove that we belong to the most rational family of living beings and they can still get hurt.This cat appeared as a timid,harmless and just a creature but that too was not enough to tempt me to entertain her whims.I returned back home .
In the morning we wake up by the shrilly peacocks call,one at each terrace shouting , conveying that they add feathers to the beauty of nature that resides in the township of an industry.I have seen that the number of peahens is quite large against their counterparts and they just look like a filthy herd of big brown bags.The door to my backyard offers the morning sunlight to creep into my house and hallow the air for the entire day.That means my frontal of the house faces west where the setting sun kisses goodbye promising to see me again the next day at the back of my garden.I opened the door in the dawn and there she was again cosying her up spiraling her tail around her body on the chair outside.She looked like a fallen star in the dawn and leered tenderly at me whispering that she came all by herself.But I not at all felt proud of her and closed the door.Though I continued peeping through the window of my kitchen,she was eating the bread crumbs from the dustbin which didnt match up to what she looked like.I dont know making up stories with the characters which may not fall again in front of me is good or not but I think this cat encounter is going to draw a line in my notebook.
