“Serendipity
is a fortuitous discovery, especially while looking for something
entirely different”, says the dictionary. Happy
accidents ,
basically!
But
I wonder if there is a word for eerily
awkward and embarrassing accidents!
All you Logophiles,...... HELP me out please .'Cause, I would really
like to know what this
thing is ,
that has been happening to me over and over again.
And
Dear Holy-Whoever out there, I pray and beg you, to not make the
world any smaller. This is too weird for me to handle!
But
may be not as weird as holding your own Mother's bulky uterus I
guess.
Now
how often do you actually get to see the womb you were born in?. So I
couldnt get more excited when I had to play the dutiful child,
helping with Amma's Hysterectomy.
No.....
I chickened out when the doctor called for us to hand over the neatly
chopped out uterus . Though people who saw it told me it looked as
big as me when I was born :P
But
the whole experience was sweet! Taking care of Amma was like taking
care of an over-grown baby. Helping her walk, bathe , pee...... dress
her up, feed her, put her to sleep every night with lullabies.....
To
wake up alarmed in the middle of the night every time she coughed in
her sleep, or when she tried turning over to the other side.....
Im
really glad I could be there to just do all that for her. I miss
smelling her cheek whenever she grinned at me!
I
miss the smell of my home ... the smell of ploughing in the nearby
field...that balanced blend of cow-dung and earth …thats one damn
sweet smell that brought tears of happy memories and got me all
nostalgic! I had completely let myself out in that delicious aroma,
when she 'purr'ed and brushed her ear against my ankle.
'Chingaari'
--my neighbour's cat. She is a constant Pregger! I cant recall the
days when I saw her not carrying. She's loaded , all the time. Now ,
Im not very cat-friendly, but this sweetheart here has managed well
to win me over.
The
only sad thing about her getting pregnant is that, she fails to
protect her new-borns, mostly. The kittens are killed and eaten up by
a wild cat every time. I never get to see her babies. They are
murdered, even before they can open their eyes. Poor Chingaari runs
around the house crying and mourning; worse, lactating.
And my heart goes out to that helpless mother every time!
But
this time I helped her keep a watch on her babies! And touch-wood,
all her three kittens are still alive. And they all look just like
her, beautiful black and white fur balls!
Have you heard of this age old belief that if a cat litters in your house, it will bring
you good news!?!
Last
time Chingaari littered and her kittens survived, my sister got
engaged!
And
guess whats the good news this time?
No
prizes for guessing, Im gonna be an Aunt! :D
