Pinky My Friend

Pinky- My Friend
She was my best friend, once up on a time. Hey don’t think she studied with me or was my relative. Ya she was a kind of — neighbour. She didn’t have a house or something, she used to sleep in my house one day, neighbour’s house next day and so on…, ok now you feel weird… Yes carry on.. She was intelligent, lovely, beautiful etc.. She had only one turn off.. She loved milk and used to steal milk. Ok ok now you got it right she was my pet animal…

We were living in a colony that time we had a one storeyed rented house. I was in 6th grade, I am the lone child as you know- & I used to feel lonely always.

It was then that I saw Pinky. I usually don’t care about animals. This cat was born at the backside of my house and gradually grew up eating the food we left over.

I started noticing this cat when one day I was walking around my house, This cat was finely licking the “milma milk’s “ left over cover. Every day when my mother makes tea she used to come from nowhere and settle near the kitchen and sit silently till my mother throws the milk’s left over cover. Then she would take it, walk away to a corner and would slowly start “enjoying her meal” I loved to see this process. As days went by;’ I felt a certain kind of love for this animal.

First she would run away when I went near here. Slowly her fear was gone and finally one day, I took a little of my milk and poured it over to her. She drank it fully. It became a routine and it no time we became friends. A bond of love was formed.

We are vegetarians. As we don’t use fish and all; cats usually would not come to our house; they all would be in neighbours houses where fish meal is always available. Pinky would never go…!! She sacrificed that urge for me. When I was in my house Pinky also would be there.

She was an intelligent thing-There was an incident, once I did not have milk to give her. So I poured her my tea. I found out that she drank tea and continued giving her a little of my tea every day. One day I didn’t have tea left over by the time she came. I looked for more tea but no-finished, then I saw my father’s tea glass had some tea left over. I gave it to pinky. She ‘meowed’ loudly and finished it fast. She wanted more! Again I gave her. She drank a fistful ok next day I gave my tea to her she wouldn’t drink!!! She was meowing in strange manner! She was scolding me, I got surprised. As I stood struck there, She walked to my father and started meowing we all stood puzzled she was not stopping.

I got an idea. I took some tea from father’s glass and gave it to her. She drank it!!! Ok now I got it she wanted fathers tea not mines. Why?? Before she used to drink my tea but once she got fathers tea she wanted only that I thought and thought. At last I found out fathers tea had more milk and my tea had more water!! Pinky wanted MILK!! Not WATER!!.

Yup I had to find out whether what I found out was right. Next day I spied my mother when she was making tea. With no need for clarification I found out that my thesis was true. Mother gave more milk to father. I fought with mother for that. Thus she taught me and showed me my partiality towards father. Hi Hi !!!

Pinky was beautiful. She was a tiny thing and had an average feathered body. White in color with pink patches. So, I called her pinky. She was a darling.

When I had no class I used to get up late. I would never get up before 10. If ever my mother wanted me to get up early she used to call Pinky and she would come and sit beside my bed and meaw… My mom would come there and say “look Pinky is making fun of you to not getting up so late.” I would feel bed and get up fast. Then Pinky started coming everyday beside my bed to wake me up. God!! She really loved me!! That little creature.

I never cleand up her, touched her or caressed her, We had no soo close relation, like many other people and their pets. We used to put her out of our house at 8 o clock night. Morning when we opened front door she would be there waiting to run inside. That was her love towards us. We had some invisible bond between us that was created by God himself, I belive.

She always used to sit beside me when I sat to study, but would never disturb me. She knew that I was doing something serious…

I used to play shuttle with my mother. I would call Pinky, she would sit beside us and belive me she used to bring the cork to us if it fell down. She was a pet cat that had qualities of a pet dog. My parents also never liked the idea of having pets inside the house, but seeing her behaviour,  Pinky was always welcome. I also had immense love for her. Whenever mom refuses to give her milk, I used to steal my milk and give it to her. She was never bad to me , she never hurt me. Likewise for one year or so, she was a part of my life.

We were happily living until one vacation time I had to go to my mom’s house with her for a week’s stay. It happened then. When we returned back I heard from my father that Pinky died!!! I was shocked.. no!!! I can never describe my mind at that time in words. I was knowing what kind of loss a death can do to someone. I couldn’t cry,,, I couldn’t laugh. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t believe.

Father told me that she fell into one of our neighbour’s well. No one gave her any food thus she was soo tired and just fell into the well. Her dead body was taken and buried somewhere. Father did not know where they buried her. What could I do??? I went to a corner and cried for sometime silently. No one saw me crying. I didn’t want any one to see. My silent mourning was a tribute to her. I never talked about her and all were again in their routine life but I use to always remember her in my mind. . After her death, I have never again looked upon a pet animal because I am afraid,,I can’t bear one more loss. I can’t give her place to anyone else…

She was my first love. She taught me that animal can become a man’s best companion. She taught me how to love and share with our fellow beings. Her short life was a bloom to my mind. She came like a blossom to my life, spread the fragrance of love, care and happiness to my life and went away to the unseen world in no time. She was made for me I know. She was God’s gift to me

Today, after 10years I again remember my days with her, with a tear in my eye. Her life-story here I have written is a tribute to her…. I don’t even remember the people those who were around me 10 years before but I well remember my days with Pinky.That is for sure, some bond…

Many who read this will feel this as something foolish but no!! it is something very real… something from inside the heart… I still remember you Pinky..If you see me from the sky..i know you will also have a tear in your eye…always love you dear……

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