THE SMELL OF MY EMPTY HAND
“How we behave toward cats here below
determines our status in heaven.”
– Robert A. Heinlein
In
the staircase of the building where I live, there is a cat who has just delivered
a couple of babies. She has occupied a tiny corner of the staircase on one of
the floors… The household, that feeds this cat and her babies some milk or some food, is
her – and her babies’ – annadhata.
Every time I pass by this cat and her babies, I feel guilty that I don’t do
what those neighbours of mine do… So, to cover up my guilt, I stop for a while
near the cat and her babies and offer my empty hand… The cat stretches her face
close to my hand to smell it… It’s the smell of the food I have just eaten at
my home… But, that seems to make the cat a little happier... She offers herself
to me for a little caressing… I can feel how much she loves it! And, then, I
move on with my life!
Today morning,
the man of that kind household happened to see me caressing the cat and her
babies. Instinctively, I said, “I really appreciate what your house does to
this cat and her little babies.”
“They don’t
need much, unlike us,” the man played it low, “except a little food and a
little love.”
I choked when I
heard, “Unlike us!”
How
much more we all need… And, how empty can we all feel!
GERALD D’CUNHA
Pic.: fotografierende
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