wandered into the neighbourhood
mewing and Noorja gave it something
to eat or drink and then it became quiet
now the women are chatting again peacefully
as the birds chirp and as I come down my staircase
I spot my neighbour sitting in his jeep and I wish him
good morning good morning sir he wishes me back
with a smile and now the cat mews again slowly
but now you know it is not out of hunger but because
it is lost it is separated from its mother and then I
realise that the cat is actually a kitten and it is now raining
heavily and the cat is crying shrieking in fact for its mother
and then it goes silent and I think that it might have found
some kind of shelter and the rain is pouring and I think of
my childhood in the monsoon and how we would make these
paper boats and sail them in the water and eventually they would
sink and the cat is mewing once again and I think what a tragedy
it is for this kitten to be lost from its family and I wonder how it would
have been for me if I was separated from my family as a child and lost
and crying in the rain and the rain abates as though in sympathy for the cat
and soon stops completely.