About two months ago my daughter and I thought of adopting a kitten. We got in touch with a breeder of kittens, she had informed us her kittens were ready to be adopted. We were excited,my daughter went to the house of the breeder and picked one she liked, it was a Sunday when our new kitten arrived, it was tiny and scared it hid under the covers was afraid to eat or use the litter, we were concerned there were very few things we could do to make the little kitten comfortable. I thought maybe we should get his brother from the breeder.
My daughter went right away to get one of his brothers. The change I saw in the kitten was remarkable, it was happier and was not afraid anymore. The brother however was a bit scared,it was another challenge we had to overcome but having his brother with us made things easier.
We named them Gabriel and Raphael, Gabriel has a mind of his own, he doesn’t let us touch him when he is not in a mood , but Raphael is very affectionate and friendly with anyone who visits us. We like him to be friendly but are a bit concerned if he is too friendly.
They are four months old and developing their own personality, which is nice to watch. The past week was too warm for the felines, they meowed a lot to tell us they were not comfortable we did our part we turned on the fans and opened the windows.
Today it is a cooler day, the kittens are delighted, they are sleeping.
Since there is no daily prompt for today I used the day to write about our gorgeous kittens!
My father was the most important person in my life. He was a very busy man. He went to work at 8 am in the morning, Came home at 5 pm. Every day I looked forward to the time,he’d come home and say, ‘Ranu,how are you today?” I’d sit down and tell him about everything that happened in school. He’d sit by my side and listen.
One day he came back and found me crying. It disturbed him. I always smiled and came running to him. I told him about my day. It was unusual , he asked, ‘Ma ,what’s wrong?’ I told him the servant served cold food, cold food gives me a stomach ache. Dad was not impressed. The servant was warned. From that day my food was never cold.
I’ll give a short introduction about the next one. I always washed my clothes,I didn’t let the servant wash them. I knew they cannot wash better than me. That day it was raining, it was my day to wash my clothes. Mom was cooking in the kitchen. I asked her where will I put my clothes to dry, because it was raining outdoors. Mom yelled at me and told me to leave. I was sad. I carried the clothes and walked in front of my Dad’s room. He smiled and said, ‘What are you doing Ma’. I was in a bad mood, I said, ‘don’t talk to me.’ Hours later I was my old self again, I laughed and talked with my Dad. he looked at me and said, ‘why were you angry earlier?’ I told him Mom was angry with me. He smiled and said, ‘your Mom was angry and you got angry with me.’ ‘ Well that’s okay as long as it made you feel better.’
This was my Dad the most affectionate person in my world. How can anyone else take his place?
Yes I am still in Holy Cross College.I was not happy.I missed my Mom and my siblings.I was aware I can only see them when we have holidays.The next best thing I could do was to visit my uncle on week-ends .My uncle was a very affectionate person,he came to pick me up every Friday after school.Fortunately he passed by our school on his way to work daily.My teachers watched me leaving every week-end.After a few weeks I was called in,and my teacher Sr. Joseph Mary said, she was worried because I went to my uncle’s place every week-end since I was there. I have to change this routine.I was there to study,she didn’t think I was studying a whole lot.
I was unhappy but I chose to study outside my home town.I am not in a position to blame anyone.I had no choice but to ‘grin and bear it’ as the saying goes. I met a girl who was as unhappy as I was,her reason was quite different from mine.She couldn’t speak English,not her fault, she studied in an Urdu medium school.I asked her name,she said it is,Aziz.I thought I heard wrong,I asked again Is it Aziza? She started laughing,she said everyone asks her the same question. I asked because I knew Aziz is a boy’s name.Aziz was a nice girl,she was happy because I could speak Urdu.
I was trudging along,then came the month of December and for the twenty-fifth,i.e Christmas day,the nuns had a party for us,after supper they took us to nearby houses to meet the people who celebrated Christmas.We were taught the Christmas carols in our Music class.I loved singing,so all thirty-three of us went to these houses,on our way, we sang the carols.They were thrilled to hear us.The evening went well. Sr. Rose Bernard gave me a whole bunch of candies to distribute.As I was giving them out she was watching me.After I gave out the candies to all of my classmates,it was my turn to take some.I don’t remember how many I gave each of them.There were quite a few left. I took the same number and gave the rest to my teacher.She had a big smile on her face,she said,’Did you not know Chaman,the last person gets the lion’s share,these are all yours.’ No I told her I cannot take more than them,it is cheating’. And I did not take the lion’s share,so ended a very pleasant evening!
Don’t be bored,I have some more.Oops!
Good and Evil (Photo credit: WELS.net)
Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
O ,Mother Of Bengal let your sons experience good and bad deeds,sorrow and joy,ups and downs in life.
Let your sons be human
O most affectionate mother land__in your land of millions
Don’t keep them as innocent children any more.
Let them explore all the countries whichever is the place
make them independently find that abode.
Every step of the way you are protecting them from making small mistakes
do not restrict them and hold on to them as obedient sons.
by giving their life ,enduring pain and suffering, alone
let them distinguish between good and evil.
Take your pious,weak and peaceful sons
let them be homeless, daring and reckless.
O, my admirable mother you have kept your seven million sons,
as Bengalis_____you have failed to raise them as human beings.
Translation by Ranu