Departing!

The day when I changed my home and said
Good bye to Manobendro, my cat, for one
last time, several nights thereafter, I could not
sleep and probably cried, feeling extremely
distressed and empty, by not hearing him
purr, or, peep at me from the corner of the
table, as I ate my food. In desperation to fill in
the void created by Mano's absence from my
life, I also considered to reverse the course of
my life and go back to all that I had left behind.
Later, on many days and nights, memories
of Mano's eyes tormented me, as I remembered
how he had tried to sniff around and probe
through my bags and baggage and other neatly
packed boxes, to find out where I was going, or,
if he would also be accompanying me on a journey
yet unknown to him. If Mano would have been
a human, he would have never believed me,
if I were to tell him that it was only I who
was going, leaving him behind forever, in an
abandoned and empty home, which he once
made lively with his daily dose of strange 
tantrums.
But a mute animal that he was, he had only
looked at me helplessly, and brushed his face
on my feet. And that was the last time I saw
him. And never again.

Feelings, they say, are changeable
with time as healing takes place along with it.
But buried deep within us, there are some,
which neither get healed, nor do they ever
go away, leaving a vaccination mark on our heart,
always telling us that its still alive,
and yet not there. Just not there.