It all started with a hairy black caterpillar in my garden . This little creation of Allah swt was a bundle of joy . It was round, fat jet black chubby and so cute looking . It would play in the garden happily all day and Aamir , my son , would watch it playing around and shared the joy of life with this small creature , and developed a bond of friendship with this little one .
It was a friendship where nothing was spoken or expressed . It was a friendship where the joy of life was celebrated everyday among flowers and green grass and nothing that was material exchanged hands . The only thing that transpired was a form of love pure , simple and uncomplicated , and one of the parties probably did not even know the interest that it inspired .
The black caterpillar merrily had a free run of the garden and was the king of the patch that I called MY garden , which , i now realize ,was an illusion at the least . God knows how many more of HIS creatures were having fun on something that I had a delusion of calling my property . And this welcome visitor gave my son hours of innocent pleasure and I am not ashamed to say that I secretly took delight from its antics.
Well anyway .....one day , my husband , who probably didn't know the emotional bond that Aamir had developed with the small thing , spotted it playing on a wire mat one day ,and asked the house help to pick it up and throw it outside the house ............and when Aamir returned from school and rushed out to look for his friend . When after searching for it everywhere he asked the house help and his father . The answer made tears come to his eyes but he didn't say anything and held his sorrow to his heart and went looking for the caterpillar outside the house , but of course in vain .....
One day , My husbands friend came to visit us for a few days , on the third day Aamir , who was yet untainted by hypocrisy went straight to his father and said I am going ask bahadur to throw your friend out ...... Well, his father ,who had for gotten the incident of the caterpiller asked Aamir why he would do that ....... and Aamirs reply was that " Papa you threw MY friend out a few days back so now I am going to throw YOUR friend out .......
It was a friendship where nothing was spoken or expressed . It was a friendship where the joy of life was celebrated everyday among flowers and green grass and nothing that was material exchanged hands . The only thing that transpired was a form of love pure , simple and uncomplicated , and one of the parties probably did not even know the interest that it inspired .
The black caterpillar merrily had a free run of the garden and was the king of the patch that I called MY garden , which , i now realize ,was an illusion at the least . God knows how many more of HIS creatures were having fun on something that I had a delusion of calling my property . And this welcome visitor gave my son hours of innocent pleasure and I am not ashamed to say that I secretly took delight from its antics.
Well anyway .....one day , my husband , who probably didn't know the emotional bond that Aamir had developed with the small thing , spotted it playing on a wire mat one day ,and asked the house help to pick it up and throw it outside the house ............and when Aamir returned from school and rushed out to look for his friend . When after searching for it everywhere he asked the house help and his father . The answer made tears come to his eyes but he didn't say anything and held his sorrow to his heart and went looking for the caterpillar outside the house , but of course in vain .....
One day , My husbands friend came to visit us for a few days , on the third day Aamir , who was yet untainted by hypocrisy went straight to his father and said I am going ask bahadur to throw your friend out ...... Well, his father ,who had for gotten the incident of the caterpiller asked Aamir why he would do that ....... and Aamirs reply was that " Papa you threw MY friend out a few days back so now I am going to throw YOUR friend out .......
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