Lost...
A very weird word to start with. But this is the word which has just struck my chords with a bang on my complete cerebral space ejaculating a massive outburst of thoughts, memories, relationships, feelings, boundaries, locales, joys, sorrows and so on...
It was a dark night with sweet mist in the air and green nature all drenched post rains. Papa had just come back home from work. He is a dedicated gazetted officer responsible for agricultural activities and authorities in the city. Maa does not really prefer cooking but she still does it with grace everyday and the dinner tonight seems to be efficient enough to scrumptiously nourish the starving soul till end of every spoon. I just cannot stop from throwing myself just very close to the lid of pressure cooker. My eyes close their pouch and the very next nearby sensory organ gets happily activated to grasp and inhale the fragrance of marvelous chicken curry with slight dose of fresh coriander in it. The juicy chicken legs and the well cooked onion gravy on the rice is what I will be waiting for. But not everything comes so easy; I have been ordered to consume at least two chapattis before I can hob on the rice. OK done. All three of us get together for dinner and indulges in the sin.
Oh let’s get a little back in time as I did not introduce the other two among the three of us. I am the eldest and most favored child of my father. The number two is my brother who is obviously favored a little more by maa. He is a scorpion by zodiac and confines his mysteries to himself unless necessary to share. He is most interested in all other kid activities except study books. He is the only one who was ever caught reading comic books hidden inside a big syllabi note. He was required to be alarmed and checked every hour on the night prior to the exams as he was sure to witness his best awaited series of dreams that night. Papa would call him saying,”Montu are you studying?” and for first two hours, there was a sudden fumbled response, “Ya Ye Yess papa I am studying”. Post this, it was not expected and it was always lived up to that. We can get to know more of Mr. Montu sometime later. Let’s introduce you to the third child to my parents and the most studious of us all. In fact, the only studious would be more accurate to mention. Gudi – as we used to generally address her with, she was the youngest of us all but unexpectedly the most matured thought process was instilled in her by default. She would desire only to get into her sister’s old dresses when she was not around. I would never allow her, or anyone else for that matter, to even try my clothes once; wearing them was a dream which Gudi just enjoyed nurturing. And her persistence did not go in vain always as my school time and maa’s support had helped many times. Gudi was not warmly welcomed as a sibling by the early birds at home although she tried too hard to fit in. I think this is enough of introduction and we must not allow the tender warm chicken to lose out on taste any further. Ummm..
After the dinner and a few minutes of TV time, it is now time for bed. Dreams! As we all know, we do have a memory crash known as unconscious mind inside every brain. I had some fantastically effervescent crash inside my head which used to recollect memories, thoughts and pour them into a shaker and mix them so well that the presentation would be amazing. But not all cocktails soothe taste buds. And tonight was one of such many nights which I could never shift-delete in such long years. At two in the morning, every member of the family was fast asleep. Maa-papa were sleeping in the room just adjacent to our individual dreamland. I was traversing through the memories just 2 years back in time when we used to live in another city. I was in the courtyard of the same house in which we had stayed for four long years. Our cook was chopping some green vegetables in the lobby and I was playing and running all around. Suddenly, I see two dim lights in the dark just few feet from me. I focus on them as they were not known to me yet. I move a little more towards them to realize that they have moved by slight angle. They are green and round. Oh my god! That’s a cat; a black fierce cat staring at me with wide open eyes which I assumed to be two small round green lights. I shout out loud and scream for help. The cook is done with his veggies and is not found nearby anymore. It seems I do not have anyone to come for rescue. It is ghostly and the cat is not in mood to go away. I draw all my courage and catch its tale. The cat starts running away and I keep holding its tale. It is trying hard and I am somehow not intending allowing it to take leave so soon. I am scared and holding the tale with my left hand. The cat suddenly stops and turns towards me. Oh! I am horrified and the tale slips down. The cat whispers in my ear, “You will soon be killed by me”. Aah! I will be killed by a black cat. The cat just whispered in human language in my ears. God help me! I am so terribly shaking and screaming for help. I cannot move myself due to this shock. And suddenly I hear maa papa calling out my name. “Pinni”, “Pinni”, “what happened to you dear child?” I wonder why I can’t see them. Oh! I have closed my eyes tightly. Finally, I see them sitting close to me and holding me in their lap. Papa is caressing me and ma, Gudi, Montu all sitting by the side. I am saved. The cat is no more here. I am in the new house and not in the courtyard anymore. I am back from the dreamland, yes! It was a dream – a scary dream.
But it was not just a dream which got over with the opening of my eyes. My parents found me shivering with high fever which was cross 104 degree Fahrenheit. I was unable to sleep due to the terror imposed by the killer black cat and many times I would just get up shocked and look out for the cat assuming it to be hiding beneath the bed at one moment and behind the curtains later.
Nothing Lost! Just found a fear of mine – a fear of black cats in dark although I find cats cute while the sun shines.
It was a dark night with sweet mist in the air and green nature all drenched post rains. Papa had just come back home from work. He is a dedicated gazetted officer responsible for agricultural activities and authorities in the city. Maa does not really prefer cooking but she still does it with grace everyday and the dinner tonight seems to be efficient enough to scrumptiously nourish the starving soul till end of every spoon. I just cannot stop from throwing myself just very close to the lid of pressure cooker. My eyes close their pouch and the very next nearby sensory organ gets happily activated to grasp and inhale the fragrance of marvelous chicken curry with slight dose of fresh coriander in it. The juicy chicken legs and the well cooked onion gravy on the rice is what I will be waiting for. But not everything comes so easy; I have been ordered to consume at least two chapattis before I can hob on the rice. OK done. All three of us get together for dinner and indulges in the sin.
Oh let’s get a little back in time as I did not introduce the other two among the three of us. I am the eldest and most favored child of my father. The number two is my brother who is obviously favored a little more by maa. He is a scorpion by zodiac and confines his mysteries to himself unless necessary to share. He is most interested in all other kid activities except study books. He is the only one who was ever caught reading comic books hidden inside a big syllabi note. He was required to be alarmed and checked every hour on the night prior to the exams as he was sure to witness his best awaited series of dreams that night. Papa would call him saying,”Montu are you studying?” and for first two hours, there was a sudden fumbled response, “Ya Ye Yess papa I am studying”. Post this, it was not expected and it was always lived up to that. We can get to know more of Mr. Montu sometime later. Let’s introduce you to the third child to my parents and the most studious of us all. In fact, the only studious would be more accurate to mention. Gudi – as we used to generally address her with, she was the youngest of us all but unexpectedly the most matured thought process was instilled in her by default. She would desire only to get into her sister’s old dresses when she was not around. I would never allow her, or anyone else for that matter, to even try my clothes once; wearing them was a dream which Gudi just enjoyed nurturing. And her persistence did not go in vain always as my school time and maa’s support had helped many times. Gudi was not warmly welcomed as a sibling by the early birds at home although she tried too hard to fit in. I think this is enough of introduction and we must not allow the tender warm chicken to lose out on taste any further. Ummm..
After the dinner and a few minutes of TV time, it is now time for bed. Dreams! As we all know, we do have a memory crash known as unconscious mind inside every brain. I had some fantastically effervescent crash inside my head which used to recollect memories, thoughts and pour them into a shaker and mix them so well that the presentation would be amazing. But not all cocktails soothe taste buds. And tonight was one of such many nights which I could never shift-delete in such long years. At two in the morning, every member of the family was fast asleep. Maa-papa were sleeping in the room just adjacent to our individual dreamland. I was traversing through the memories just 2 years back in time when we used to live in another city. I was in the courtyard of the same house in which we had stayed for four long years. Our cook was chopping some green vegetables in the lobby and I was playing and running all around. Suddenly, I see two dim lights in the dark just few feet from me. I focus on them as they were not known to me yet. I move a little more towards them to realize that they have moved by slight angle. They are green and round. Oh my god! That’s a cat; a black fierce cat staring at me with wide open eyes which I assumed to be two small round green lights. I shout out loud and scream for help. The cook is done with his veggies and is not found nearby anymore. It seems I do not have anyone to come for rescue. It is ghostly and the cat is not in mood to go away. I draw all my courage and catch its tale. The cat starts running away and I keep holding its tale. It is trying hard and I am somehow not intending allowing it to take leave so soon. I am scared and holding the tale with my left hand. The cat suddenly stops and turns towards me. Oh! I am horrified and the tale slips down. The cat whispers in my ear, “You will soon be killed by me”. Aah! I will be killed by a black cat. The cat just whispered in human language in my ears. God help me! I am so terribly shaking and screaming for help. I cannot move myself due to this shock. And suddenly I hear maa papa calling out my name. “Pinni”, “Pinni”, “what happened to you dear child?” I wonder why I can’t see them. Oh! I have closed my eyes tightly. Finally, I see them sitting close to me and holding me in their lap. Papa is caressing me and ma, Gudi, Montu all sitting by the side. I am saved. The cat is no more here. I am in the new house and not in the courtyard anymore. I am back from the dreamland, yes! It was a dream – a scary dream.
But it was not just a dream which got over with the opening of my eyes. My parents found me shivering with high fever which was cross 104 degree Fahrenheit. I was unable to sleep due to the terror imposed by the killer black cat and many times I would just get up shocked and look out for the cat assuming it to be hiding beneath the bed at one moment and behind the curtains later.
Nothing Lost! Just found a fear of mine – a fear of black cats in dark although I find cats cute while the sun shines.
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