''GILLU....''

 WRITER- MAHADEVI VERMA..

 TRANSLATOR- SAMIKSSHA SHARMA....

 

 

                                   

 There was a new sparkling bud coming out of a sonjuhi plant. This made me remember of that tiny  life . and now I think it has been mixed up with the mud of sonjuhi plant, his given every part of his body to every new bud arising from this creeper trying to scare me ..

 

Suddenly one  morning I saw  2 crows playing a hit and run game. Truly , these crows are different creatures made by lord sometimes we give much importance to them and sometimes we insult them very badly..

 

Our ancestors are said to receive something from us only in the form of crows not any other bird.Not only this but also  when some of our near and dear ones are coming home it gives us signs by its irritating caw-caw..

 

My crow history was found a stop. When suddenly my eyes stuck on the  tiny creature struggling b/w the pot and the wall , the crows were pecking at him  and  imagining a delicious breakfast..

 

Everyone gave up with bare hands.  but, In my heart there was a spark of hope which led to a successful  fire. I bought him in my room and made him well by cleaning his injuries and put on penicillin.

 

 We tried to pour a drop of milk in  his small opening of face but failed as he just entered this world and was no where able to drink after a frightening fight. By the next day he  had a lot of  improvement in his health. He caught my finger as if  a child comes  and touches his mother..

 With his 2 blue pearl eyes he was searching a  way in the new world.. His fleshy tail was glamorous and beautiful bluish pearl glittering eyes were showing a bit of naughtiness and a bit of caring..

 

 

As  he was of squirrel species we named him gillu.. In my cute basket  I made up his cute home.

he was very  naughty he used to play ,swing around in his home. when I sat down to write he ran upon curtains to hold up my attention. His colourful stories are endless..  when he used to be hungry  with his  beautiful  beak he called upon with beautiful sound..

 

 When spring arrived in its beautiful flourished cart , the sweet and flourished  flowers started producing sweet smell and the friend squirrels of  gillu   wanted to talk to him from the window.. I could even smell the sweet  incense and could even hear the squirrels doing Chi-Chi. when with an expression of sadness and the sorrow of being alone he used to peep out .which I understood and opened one corner of the net which was sufficient for him to move in and out without any problem

making me shock became a play for gillu. he used to hide in the leaves of flower pot some times in his favourite  creeper sonjuhi and  when made me shock I  reacted which made  him happy.


 When I used to go for eating he too ran around the walls and would come in.  he used to sit in my plate and eat . With a lot of hard work  and patience I made him sit outside the plate. he used to eat neatly and was sure of cleanliness. cashewnut  became his favourite food.

 In those days with a motor car I met with an accident   and was admitted in hospital. gillu was  so much in  touch of me that at that time neither he ate nor he played or swung around.
He was calm and conscious .As the door would open he ran but when found others with a sad expression went in his house.

many days passed by when I came home and cleared his basket  I  found hand full of cashew nuts indicating that he didn't  even eat  his favourite food . he was as if he was hurt.

 

  when I  used to be unwell he came and put his paws in my hairs and showed a sense of care towards me this made me shock because neither a animal nor a human being would behave like that...

squirrels  lived a journey of 2 years . gillu 's travel  end was near. we didn't knew how two years passed away .The day he didn't' t even eat anything and even didn't go out this made me worried. that night  at the end of his life he caught my  finger in the same manner as he caught at the start of his life  his hands were too cool as if some one has put ice in my  palm.

 and the next day was very sorrowful , a piteous, sad day. with the 1st ray of sun his last ray of breath was gon e.he was buried under the roots of sonjuhi as he was very fond of this creeper .

The basket was removed ,the net was closed I felt as if a near and dear one  was nowhere !!! when someday  a new bud arises  it gives me a lot of pleasure and satisfaction and of amusement that he will scare me now
                                      but that never comeesssssss..........