Yesterday was a hard day. Shooting at Putrajaya in Malaysia, at 40 degrees celsius, humid and sweaty, trying to finish the scene because it was the last day’s shoot of the schedule. Then I leave for Chennai. Just then I got a call from home informing me about Simba (my pet Persian cat) passing away. We’ve had him for nearly ten years and he survived a renal failure once before but not this time. I was shattered… The loss of a pet is inexplicable and excruciating pain. Anybody who has a pet or who las lost one would understand! My Dad has only ever cried thrice, twice before when we lost Shonali (my white Persian Siamese, 12 years), then Munna (black Persian, 16 years), and yesterday. We’ve always had pets since the last 20 years. It started with Shamita bringing home a stray cat and dad saying that if we were to have one, then we should have a decent breed (he wasnt serious). But we didn’t lose the opportunity and the next day we brought Shonali home (obviously with mum’s support and permission). Dad  hit the roof and said - “it’s either the cat or me!” and the answer made him laugh. Okay, its the cat! (I was 10 and Shamita was 6 yrs old). Since then we’ve had 8 cats and their kittens. They are a part of our family now, give you unconditional love and dont look for anything in return, not even a bath!

Anyway, for some consolation I’m glad I didn’t see (Simba) go — I only remember him mewing and purring into my ears in the morning, then unfailingly looking for attention every morning by sitting on the newspaper while I was trying to read it at the breakfast table. I am glad he didn’t suffer and lived a good long life… will miss you Simba!

On a flight to Chennai now, from Malaysia. Going to visit the Oneness temple, looking forward to meeting my Guru Bhagwaan. That will definitely recharge my batteries again. P.S. Will write sooner. Keep writing in.

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