As we both sat beside each other and looked at the world, I realised it would begin raining soon. So I decided to take the cat to a sheltered place. We know cats hate water! Before I got very far, light droplets fell upon us, so I took shelter to contemplate over what I should do with the little being. That was my mistake.
A lady, standing with her 5-year old, decided that this was the perfect time to make conversation. She talked about mundane things and delayed me so much, the poor little cat jumped from my hand to seek comfort in the bushes. It had been pouring by then. I could not find the cat again. Drenched comepletely, I walked back home along empty streets, feeling helpless and lost.
Why did I have to go play with that cat in the first place? If I did, why did I allow it to follow me? Why did I want to see to it's safety? I mean, I'd known the cat for twenty-odd minutes!
And if I cared about it so much, why did I let that lady waste my time? Why didn't I just stick to what I had to do?
I hate it, when things in life aren't permanent. I hate it that people can bring fun and love in your life, and when you're almost getting used to them, they leave you and go away. Sometimes with a warning, sometimes not even that.
"Be strong", they tell me. Yeah, right!
And if you, by some stroke of luck realise that you're being too emotional and you should get a grip on yourself, people say that you've suddenly become cold or detached.
That, is still restricted to other people. It can be ignored.
But how do I tell myself, that the cat was safe? I could not meet it again.
How do I know all those people who have gone away will be fine?
Emotions are too much, at times.
At times, I wish I was a simpler being. Wouldn't overthink so much!
1 comment:
One of the conundrums to which even He has no answers. The transience of life revealed by your post in such a succinct manner is wonderful. Good!!
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