The Crimson Cat

What would you do if you spotted a Crimson Cat in your neighborhood on an uneventful Wednesday? Would you and your friends look at it in awe and suspicion? Or would you walk/drive to your workplace and pretend that nothing extraordinary happened? Let me tell you this- you, as a part of the world you live in (just like me and mine), are likely to stare at the animal in disbelief, only to capture it a little later, cage the creature and turn the occasion into one for entertainment. The wisest of wise among you may even decide to send the animal to a zoo so that it can remain caged forever and continue to mesmerize people till it died of loneliness and boredom. Well, all the Crimson Cat ever wanted to do,  was to chase some mice, catch and eat them. Then it wanted to fall asleep under that tree with a signature purr. The Cat had no say in its Crimson-ness. It was as normal a cat as any other,  with typical cat dreams and goals. How, then, is it the Cat's fault...

Oh, the Crimson Cat, all bright from the outside, a soft bundle of joy, a kitten, a roll of tenderness, apple of everyone’s eyes. Skip some years and she is a cat now- the Crimson Cat. Cats are supposed to be sober, composed, calm, lazy and dead slow. That’s what it takes to be a good cat. Who birthed the Cat?? Well..to the best of my knowledge it’s a baby of longing, ardent passion, nostalgic ecstasies, a smile gifted by the tug of war between the inexplicable emotions from a distant past and the recent ones and a Malayalam song. WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF THE CRIMSON CAT.  Reality, inconsistency, confusion, uncertainty, anxiety, fear, dejection and a spark of extreme optimism make home to the Crimson Cat. Welcome again, to her universe.