The old cat rests in peace, or so I imagine; imagine a warm and dated CPU on which she places her sleep leaving her shedded hair, fleece blanket, velvet cat house, chew toys and red dots for us, the mortals.
You message me. I apologise for posting the news and adding one more grief to yours. Will there be unlimited cat food supply and no hunger? Have we perceived the meaning of resting wrong?
The blue light on the window sill is sourced from the street. The heat of the phone pressed against my left ear is alone in the cold room.
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Kushal Poddar
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Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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