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A confession

I still remember the last time I came from the university. As soon as I came home I met my cat he looked somewhat thin but he was in good health to his age. I patted him and I even had the photograph of him that I took that day. My weekend went smoothly just like an ordinary weekend. I returned Sunday evening to the hostel. I didn't had time to say goodbye to my cat or to pet him. I thought I will return next weekend and my cat will be there as usual. But unfortunately I couldn't come to my house that weekend. Mother sent me some photographs of my cat that weekend. He looked more older and fragile. I was worried but there was no chance to do anything. Later he developed a diarrhea and has stopped eating. Mother took him to the veterinarian and gave medication also. But the old fellow stopped eating even his favourite food also. On 13 th February morning mother again sent me a picture telling shorty has passed away. I was shocked for a moment. I dialed my mother's number in my trembling fingers with blurry eyes. Mother answered the call and told me the details. I wanted to cry but I masked my tears by shouting at her. I complained that he died because she didn't gave him a proper attention. But deep inside I felt that I knew this thing would happen from a sometime before. Also I knew that my mother has done her best to the cat . But all of the sudden what I was doing was yelling at her. Then I hanged up the phone and cried for sometime. I wanted to hug my cat and tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to pet my cat for just one last time. But I was unable to do that . I returned home after a week from death of my cat, today. I asked the place where he buried from my mother and secretly went there in a Saturday evening. The grave looked a small pile of soil. There was a little clay lamp near by. Probably mother or father would have lit it for shorty. I sat near the grave and I cried silently. How can I not cry when he was lying underneath the pile of soil. I stayed there for quite a long time. I muttered that I loved him for his whole life. I felt like part of my life has been died. Nothing is same ilke before. I wished that I would pet him one more time that Sunday evening. I wished I could go back in time.

I'm really sorry shorty. I'm not a good owner. But I knew one thing. I loved you from the day I saw you . I have loved you for your whole life and I'm gonna miss you for my rest of my life.

You are a precious memory to me.

I hope and pray that you would rest in peace.

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Going to rain.

Returning home after hectic three weeks of exams 😌

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Beauty of the twilight through the power cut .

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Fort sky

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29.4 °C

Kuwait hostel, Faculty of Medicine, Karapitiya.