Beauty and the Brute 16
Posted July 31, 2012on:
Mamu was looking out of the window. Cool breeze on his face refreshed his mood. Punjab is very fertile. Clean clear environment, bright sunny day, children playing, women carrying water pitchers on head, cattle grazing in the lush green fields with snow clad mountains in the background, enlightened him. He remembered lines from William Wordsworth’s:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
But it lasted very soon. The fear of black tom cat, overshadowed, his dreamy feel.
He fearing of, some forthcoming, catastrophe was lost in profound thinking.
Finally, the train came to a halt at the Lahore station. A number of people had come to receive them. They all boarded the awaited bus, cheerfully. The bus proceeded, to Samanabad.
None of them had the least idea, that, the black tomcat was also going to Samanabad with them. No one saw him on the station or platform. No one remembered him, or whatever happened in the train.
Creeping out from somewhere, he managed somehow, to, jump and sit on the roof, of the same bus. Now, he was very much there.