The Temporary Kid...

Having pets is a different experience. some people put lot of energy on it and some never mind it. I had variety of pets in my childhood. There was a huge list of them. Dogs, cats, squirrels, rabbits, parrots, lovebirds, sparrows, bulbuls ( Red vented), chickadees,  and some more... As a last kid of my family the freedom turned me to focus my thoughts on these souls . I loved them the same time they expressed their love mostly by their body language. The soft touch of their hands and face,  lick by their tongue, playful cry...are the way of expressions. It melts the heart sometimes and makes wonder about their love. The last members of the list were Rabbits. I got them by accident, found both of them in a rainy day when they were crying on a road without their mother. They had not teeth at that time.. I had to use a syringe to feed milk to them and they became big too fast and got energy to dig  holes in the ground. They were addicted with me a lot. My mother noticed and let me know that the direction which they looked and sit always was the side where I stand or sit. when I go around the land they also turn their faces like following me. Every morning they were looking the main door to welcome me by their lovely look. Finally with in eight months I released them to go to the forest side.. also got the University admission to study art & design and spent all the time in studies.. so more than ten years I could not get any chance to have a pet because of the hostel life and the rent houses..

Recently when I go home I had an experience again something new.. it was a monsoon morning. Around 5 a.m a loud cry wake me up. Yes it was a baby palm civet. Fallen down from the chimney. It took around an hour to recognize what was it. the body was wet, and chattering because of the cold. Immediately I found out a solution to put it in a safe place. Later on it stopped crying and had a nice sleep, I lost mine... and started to think to have with me to feed it and name it. But that was not possible because my parents suggested that they didn't have any experience before with that. And normally people do not keep them as pets. They are pure wild animals as well. But I could not let it to go because it was too little and when I look it's sleep was very poor. Finally I had to take a decision to let it to meet her mother. That was the only way to keep it safe and survive. Later on I put it in the top roof of our house and waited until it meet it's mother. In the meantime my father called me to come inside to the house, as a father he wanted to safe me from the rain and thunder. So I couldn't see the  the meeting of mother and child and came back to Jaffna. In the end the civet was just a temporary kid.... who made me to remind the memories of my rabbits again..I named them Ramu and Somu.....I miss them a lot...