She was clinging on to Achan ( my father) ,locking him and blocking his way.I thought that she was behaving weirdly on that day.I tried to drag her away from Achan. But,she growled at me and continued to hold his legs tightly,not letting him go.It seemed as though she was pleading him to stay and not leave.
Achan told her " I'll be back ,dear.Don't worry,I'll be back soon".
Finally ,I could release Achan from her grip and my parents headed towards hospital. Moti went to a corner of the porch and lay sadly,making soft wailing sound.Looking at her,I felt that she was crying.
It was a day which I can never forget in my life, because, it was the day of Achan's death. Moti must have sensed death.That's the only justification I can think of,even today.
My parents were going to the hospital that day because Achan was diagnosed with Typhoid and his doctor had advised him to get admitted at the earliest.But,little did we know then that Moti was trying to prevent him from falling into death's trap.
My father never came back home from that journey.
We returned home from Achan's ancestral home after a week.Moti was still lying sadly there.We could see untouched food near her.Later, we learned from neighbours that she was also mourning for Achan's death.She never touched the food they gave her and was only living on water for a week.She continued to be gloomy for many months since his demise.
Gradually,like us,She also moved on in life accepting the absence of Achan and a few years later, I too moved on in life accepting her absence as well.
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My dear Moti,
I don't know if your soul is listening.But ,I want you to know that you were my best companion and no one has ever loved me the way you loved me. You were a compassionate being. You loved everything in the world and I have never ever seen you hurting even a fly.
Sometimes I feel that you must have taken another birth and I even search for you in my daughter .
If ever I get a chance to ask for one wish from God, I will ask him to give you back to me.
I love you, dear Moti.
©April 29,2019
Sarika Harikumar
Achan told her " I'll be back ,dear.Don't worry,I'll be back soon".
Finally ,I could release Achan from her grip and my parents headed towards hospital. Moti went to a corner of the porch and lay sadly,making soft wailing sound.Looking at her,I felt that she was crying.
It was a day which I can never forget in my life, because, it was the day of Achan's death. Moti must have sensed death.That's the only justification I can think of,even today.
My parents were going to the hospital that day because Achan was diagnosed with Typhoid and his doctor had advised him to get admitted at the earliest.But,little did we know then that Moti was trying to prevent him from falling into death's trap.
My father never came back home from that journey.
We returned home from Achan's ancestral home after a week.Moti was still lying sadly there.We could see untouched food near her.Later, we learned from neighbours that she was also mourning for Achan's death.She never touched the food they gave her and was only living on water for a week.She continued to be gloomy for many months since his demise.
Gradually,like us,She also moved on in life accepting the absence of Achan and a few years later, I too moved on in life accepting her absence as well.
***********************
My dear Moti,
I don't know if your soul is listening.But ,I want you to know that you were my best companion and no one has ever loved me the way you loved me. You were a compassionate being. You loved everything in the world and I have never ever seen you hurting even a fly.
Sometimes I feel that you must have taken another birth and I even search for you in my daughter .
If ever I get a chance to ask for one wish from God, I will ask him to give you back to me.
I love you, dear Moti.
©April 29,2019
Sarika Harikumar
2 comments:
Touching!
The most and best beautiful feeling in the world....
Jisha
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