As I turned towards the Z.A Hashmi Hall, my eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of a greyish-white cat with beautiful golden eyes sitting beside the pavement in such deep silence that it looked as if she was asleep. Her nature was so calm, so unconcerned, so uncaring about everyone in her surroundings, it felt as if she was looking from another world, a world more peaceful, more loving, more caring.
Later when I passed by the same spot, I saw her again, her calmness, her serenity impressed me but perception is a very odd thing; the eyes look but they do not see, do not feel. Looking more closely, I found out that her nose was bleeding very badly, her ailment was increasing by the moment but she was so serene as if she felt no pain.
Moving closer to her slowly, I took out my phone to take her picture but still she showed no reaction, no fear, no movement. She looked into my eyes with such deep hopelessness, that those eyes are still embedded into my memory, those weeping eyes still plead to me to save them, those pleading gems still question me. She was so beautiful but her heart was broken and her soul, helpless.
She must have gotten hit by some vehicle, I thought, I thought again, maybe she got into a fight or perhaps she suffered from some infection or perchance it was something else, I thought again and again but I got no answer as to why and what happened, I felt so touched; she must have a story to tell, her story, her little adventure but its hard to be so down to earth, to be so caring as to listen to the story of one’s broken heart, to know the tale behind someone’s weeping eyes, their fake smiles and little lies. If only humanity could be free from this worldly race, if only it could look around and feel…
I just want to imagine, what happened to her and how? I want to feel her pain, I want to share it, to make her feel better, to cure her heart or at least I want to know what was behind that deep silence. It must be her broken heart, her shattered feelings, her severed trust and maybe she had stopped fighting for herself, perhaps she had lost all hope, lost all faith and maybe she had lost herself, maybe she didn’t care anymore, maybe she was done asking others for help but probably she had given up on life, on everything.
If only I could peek through the window of her broken heart, through her sad eyes then I would know the real truth but there is one thing I am sure about, her silence; she must have yelled at people for so long after she got injured, she must have yearned for someone to pat her on her head, to tell her that things would be fine, that you will get better but sadly the world was too busy doing its business, too uncaring about such a little life, too selfish to realize one’s need, too self-concerned to sprinkle a little hope in her broken heart, just a little. And I think I was the only person, who noticed her helplessness and maybe it would have given her some hope, some life, but I don’t know why I didn’t pat her, maybe I was scared by her silence and yes, her silence spoke but in a different note, in a different tone, a tone that made you care, a note that nobody heard and maybe nobody will.
The next day, the nature showed me how careless I had been, how unconcerned I was, how shameful I should be, maybe I was too sinful to help her, to cure her, she had given up and she was gone, long gone before I could save her, the cold winter night must have taken away her soul, she rested besides the pavement, somebody had covered her with a piece of wrapper, but i could see her little white legs, I wish they moved but it was too late, too much late, I wish I had done something, now my heart melts and melts and I weep in silence, sitting in my room, thinking maybe I could have saved her, I wish I did, I wish I did…