Tuesday, 8 March 2016

My Shimpu

Playing hide and seek, living-loving-living, collecting stones and moments, she picked a golden one. It flew away, but left her hand glowing.
Lovely golden-brown hair, tinge of black and kohl eyed (you beautiful one), he had a unique habit of watching the birds, following them as far as he could with his eyes (do you know this bird, hmm). She thought he was a dog who wanted to become a bird. Happy by nature, he came rushing madly whenever she whistled (my gugglu-pugglu come here you); he knew it was evening walk time.

He loved the walks, the joy in his eyes, running fast like a deer, jumping cutely like a rabbit proved so every single day (run-run-run-yeah). She found him notorious and innocent, funny and silly, crazy and cute, all (you are a clown, yes you are).

She can never forget how he once gazed at the moon; mesmerized by the round shape in the sky, wondering, maybe, when and how does it fly… he just kept looking.

Caressing him one evening, after the walk, she didn’t know what was to befall (you biscuit lover, don’t go now). If only she had the faintest idea, a frivolous hunch, she would have never let him go outside the house. That night he didn’t return, even when she whistled; she went in the dark, calling out his name, but no sign of him.

Early next morning, walking and whistling, asking any and everyone in the village, she wished to see him, see him come rushing towards her from somewhere so that she could hold him tight in her arms and never let him go.

Two months have passed and she still wishes the same. Her eyes quietly wait to see him. She watches the birds closely now. She wishes to fly.

Shimpu (23rd Oct 2014 - 8th Jan 2016)


  1. Wish to see all this come to life soon...eyes eagerly waiting. :) :)

  2. Wish you to hug him again soon...Same as you my little dear cat gone away from me.And she is no more in the world. But she give me two little kitten to share my love.

  3. Thank you to both of you.
    Love to the little kittens.

  4. Shimpu pagla lived life to the full as long as he lived. He understood that life is a race and the first one to die wins. He won.

  5. Eddy I know this for sure that my Shimpu, pagla, lived life to the fullest. I cannot see him anymore, nevertheless, he'll be with me forever.



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