I write this on a day where I’ve been forced to come to terms with the fact that I may never see my cat again. I genuinely feel bad whenever I see her face pop up in my gallery it reminds me of what I could have done to change things if I could. Kunji as my mother affectionately called her was someone who came into our lives all guns blazing and unabashedly shameless as cats can be. Back then circa 2017 my household was strictly anti pets as my dad being an asthmatic was hesitant on raising an animal into the house. But one street-cat giving birth to a bunch of kittens and a tragedy in the family was enough to override his authority and welcome the newest member of our family. She spent the next 4 years in utter luxury being waited on hand and foot by my mother (who had just had her nest emptied as both me and my sister left home earlier that year). As for my dad the so called anti pet propagandist, not a single day went by where he immediately reaching home after work got on all fours and went searching for the cat who was napping lazily under the dining table.
Kunji quickly showed us that she wasn’t just a cat but someone with a fierce personality and someone who didn’t at least in my case didn’t like to be pet on the butt! When my parents decided that they’d had enough of the so called “gulf dream” and wanted to return to India..the process of getting kunji ready for her big trip to gods own country was a go. Documents,vaccinations schedules and a whole list of other items were probably piled all over the dining table (this I speculate as I was not at home at the time) all said and done the arduous process was over and when kunji landed at Cochin airport she was treated like a celebrity As my dad jokingly recollects “I didn’t know we were traveling with Kareena kapoor!” One fine day my grandmother ,as is the usual norm for us, let kunji out for her daily ,as we say in Malayalam “thendan povan ” (I’ve probably butchered the English spelling), excursions. It’s been 3 days and a few hours since she’s returned. Hours of googling about cats getting lost has given us solace to the fact that most cats usually turn up back at some point of time or are hardy enough to survive on their own. Still the loss is hard on all of us...being as overwhelmed and generally “out of it” as I’ve been the past few days I thought this would be as good a time to put my thoughts to paper or in this case screen. People or in this case animals come into your life to make an impression good or bad doesn’t matter. A person is the sum total of the impressions he or she makes. And for kunji and the time she spent with us ....I’d never change a thing.
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