My life, my pains ….I too had a cat, I cannot forget I was less of a human that day, Ohh! But that’s how it always was….

I wonder often is it in the people since the places don’t seem that bad? Is it necessary to remove people, is it necessary to cut them down, is it necessary to connive?

I couldn’t forget. I once had a cat, & four kittens, for four months with persistent fights that I picked up wid d owner, he wanted me to disown them & I wanted them to grow a little more, one fine day he created a huge ruckus & my mother got scared.

He had switched off my electricity & asked me to get rid of the cats before I left, the one that trusted me the most I caught it first & put it in a sack, he stationed a policeman near my room.I somehow left them on the road, realising well that they had no idea about life outside the home, the childless couple meanwhile bought a pair of squirrels & the wife told me, “see you spoke of coexistence I am coexisting wid dem “ & laughed, in short telling me that I was getting rid of the kittens I fought so hard & my mother feared that they may find some stupid reason, some lie arresting me to harass me.

Once I came back from deporting two kittens I tried to rationalise with him for the other two kittens for I knew that I won’t deport them. Their point was, I misbehaved but their fight was with their egos. I had told him that he should stop his NGO if he does not learn to coexist, a Ph.D was no use if he could not love those animals.

They spread names you can imagine I am sure, when I told him the other two would leave he gave me a sinister laugh, like The Horde/ Beast of the “Split”well he could scare his wife with that laugh I am sure and I acted that day to purely save my mother from facing any unwarranted situation that a mad man and a mad woman could bring, well he tried bullying me and his connections spread across the city, but then I have not forgiven the man ever, for which sane man can torture poor cats for a good fun? that was in Bangalore in the year 2012, this was the day I officially had welcomed Tirki home and I was thrown out in Sep 2012, & they called me crazy, so as women we meet many kinds one was the woman who was impishly mad, names are being withheld for the moment, maybe names don’t matter.

I was never sure if falling weak was by choice, and that day I knew I was right, that falling weak was by a choice. I made the choice to ditch the one who believed me the most and certainly I deserved better ditching. So when I got ditched by men and women who once called me their friends, now behaved like bullies. I felt the cycle was complete and I took it well.

But then I can never forget the man who looked shakily at my mom wondering how she lived, the way she lived.

I cannot forget the cheap tricks he tried playing to make me sleep in their homes. One day the lady said to me, “are you not scare to sleep alone? C’mon you could sleep with us.”

I knew I could not trust when I heard the bangs on the walls and thankfully I never felt even a wee bit of fear for the cat always sniffed the walls for me and I betrayed it to make sure I did not land up in prison.

Happy Women’s Day though…..