He just felt as if something from the back jump upon
his neck . He looked around . It was just his imagination. It has
been almost a week since it left and he is missing it as if it has
been a decade. He missed caressing its tiny back bones . He closed
his eyes and moved his palm upon an imaginary little thing which he
imagined sleeping peacefully on his lap. It was very dearly a part of
him. When it was there, he cared for it a lot. He brought milk to it
in a pot every morning and watched it sipping milk slowly with its
tongue. He was the happiest person. Suddenly he looks at an empty
pot. He still looked around , even music on his player reminded him
of his dear cat.
It slept almost all the time. After it ate, it lay
down on the bed, without even caring about the world compressing its
tiny body to the small possible area. He loved it. He remembered
about the day when he first saw it. He looked at its eyes , and felt
in love with it. He never got fed up looking at its big olive eyes.
He loved it more and more when the time went by. It had an
extraordinary whiskers which he teased about all the time. It jumped
away every time he talked about its whiskers. Every cute little thing
in the world reminded him of it.
Forrest Gump just completed running around the
world . It watched Forrest Gump with its big big eyes. No wonder
Forrest Gump was its favorite movie. Now each time he watches Forrest
Gump and Bubba Gum , it reminds him of his dear Kote!. He missed
those pre- Christmas days listening to Hobbit , when Kote was still
sleeping next to him , pretending listening to the Audiobook . The
song 'Green Mountain State' reminds him of those early days when Kote
would come slowly next to him to save its heat during the winter.
Its tiny little paws always grasp him on his palms.
It gently licked on his hand. He hugged it tightly, so tightly that
poor little thing couldn’t even breathe. It tried to escape from
his hug but the poor little thing was helpless. He wakes up every
morning with the remembrance of those tiny paws and its grasp.
Smell of the coffee , Packet of Musli, Packet of
Chocolate, Coffee Pot reminds him about Kote the most. Tiny little
things in life does matter. He recollects every tiny little memories.
That is the most important part of being a human. We are born, we
grow up , we collect our memories and we leave the world. He loves
telling stories. He might just have found the biggest story of his
lifetime. His Kote!
