Travel Diaries - Bhopal 2
Travel Diaries - Bhopal 2
Soon, nani called for lunch. I usually eat very slowly but because of my excitement, I ate my lunch in a few minutes! Then I slipped on my tee and shorts, combed my hair, and went out. There is a beautiful garden in front of my grandparents` big bungalow. Nobody cares about it, and I believe the chirping of the birds is a request to maintain the beauty of their home. My grandpa works hard every day, watering each plant. Now the ruined garden is a stunning sight to behold, with flowers blossoming and fresh, fertile soil. I love it there. Even the weird "Mimosa Pudica", the touch-me-not plant is there. We had arrived 2 days after holi, and in 3 days it was Rang Panchmi. Rang Panchmi is a festival celebrated in many places on the 5th day after Holi. I woke up early and brushed my hair and applied oil. Then I wore an old skirt and tee and walked out of the house. Brahmi was there, waiting. We went to call Tasha and soon, there were 3 of us, the Terrific Trio! Yay! So, then we fuelled up on pakodas and filled our pichkaris (water guns) with COLOURED water. All set to drench the folk with water! Happy Rang Panchmi! Okay, so we were excited to start! Then as we were heading out to the nearby park (we were sure there would be kids there, more to drench!) and noticed a small, cute kitten. She was afraid but wasn`t running. Then we noticed that on her head near her eye was a drop of blue colour. We called the suspects of this deed and after figuring out the culprit we scolded the kid. Then we carefully, very carefully, picked up the adorable feline and set her in the garden. How she wriggled in our arms. It was a delightful feeling, to know that there, in our arms, was the cutest kitty, tiny and sweet. Then we set upon the task of making her a house. She was homeless, it seemed. We got out a shoebox and started making holes, leaving the flap open for her. Suddenly, Brahmi`s brother called her "Meowma!" We thought it was a great name! So we named her "Meow-ma". After we had made her a house, we carefully placed her inside and kept it on a bench. Nobody usually visited the garden, and we felt sure that it was a safe place. Then I ran home and requested my mom for a bowl of milk, she graciously agreed. Soon, I came back with a bowl of milk, which we gave her and watched her drink. "Cats don`t want attention", my grandpa had said. So as not to disturb her, we went away to walk. And oh, what a surprise awaited us when we came back! There, little Meow-ma was laying on the grass. She had left the shoebox and decided the grass was a better shelter. Funny! We picked her and placed her in the box again, but she crawled out again! So we gave up and watched her purr. She stared at us sitting on a bench, idle, with her twinkling eyes.
A few girls begged us to tell what we were hiding in the garden, we refused, knowing a crowd might come if we revealed Meow-ma, and Meow-ma might not like it. Me and Brahmi made a pact we wouldn`t tell any of the children about Meow-ma, but there was a snitcher in our group. A friend of my brother, this boy, told everyone about the cat, and for two days we got the most attention, it was NOT fun. And we banished the boy from our group. Even children twice our age came to visit the garden and "Awww" at our lovable kitten. Now we were really ticked off, so we moved her to another secret hideout. Every morning, we checked her and one day, early morning, my and Brahmi`s brother came running, crying out, "Meow-ma isn`t there!" Me and Brahmi raced to our hideout. Yes, Meow-ma was NOT there! Where was she? What happened to her? Did someone take her? If yes, where did the person take her? If no, where the heck was she?