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Mouse mamma


While walking on the road back home,she was pretty excited and careful than usual at the same time. There was a mix of sad and happy tears forming on the brink of her eyes,its funny how emotions play with our lifes.Something which was of no importance to her yesterday made a great difference today.She was getting constant flash backs of a certain day, Certain turn of events.
The day was not a long time back but just 20 days before, her husband had asked her to get ready and planned to have dinner outside.Tomorrow was a work day so she planned to pack her books according to the lectures tomorrow.As soon as she opened her almirah to take the books out,she realised that the books were torn and nibbled from the sides.
The shredded pieces of paper were put together inside a corner of the almirah ever so neatly,contrary to the lady's anger.
Those were the books she had purchased of her hard earned money and there they were..Destroyed by a mere Mouse.
Her frustration knew no boundaries,she picked up the whole bundle of shredded paper and threw it outside the window.
Her  husband looked at her with complete shock and asked "What have you done!? "
Confused and agitated she ignored the question,went straight to the cupboard,took out a clean satin bedsheet, speard it on the table,kept the books on it and tied the knot.
Later,they went for the dinner, she was upset there too!
Once she returned home and unlocked the door of the room.She saw that the bedsheet was also nibbled by the mouse and the shreads of cloth were all over the place.She looked at the sight in disgust and asked her husband "What is wrong!? Why is this mouse so mad at us!? "
To which he replied "You just killed the babies of hers!"

There was a question mark on her face and she asked her husband again "what!? "
To which he replied,"You were in so much anger that you did not see, she nibbled the books because she wanted to make a safe space for her newborns inside the almirah,you threw the whole thing away!"
Though the lady felt bad that day but didn't effect her so much until today!

Tears started pouring out of her eyes by what she had done that day.Today she had her blood reports in her hands and knew she wasn't alone who was walking on the road.
Happiness of motherhood,brought a sense of huge guilt too.

She could now feel the grief of the mother that would have searched for her babies but never found them,only because of her!
She went home,took out the same bedsheet,hung it on the hanger and placed it infront of her eyes,on the latch of the door.
The day passed by..and she continued to stare the bedsheet..

"Every moment you feel someone's pain, Share what they feel, It makes you more human."

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  1. Unknown3 September 2018 at 08:28

    Very nicely expressed in lesser words with moral in end.
    Very Good, keep it up.

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  2. Unknown5 September 2018 at 02:02

    We should realise that animals also have emotions and feelings not only humans.

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  3. Unknown15 September 2018 at 00:22

    always love your posts....
    keep up the good work

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