With yet another new year I’m reading a lot of posts about ‘new year resolutions’ like every year we read posts like that. I do like to read about resolutions people make because I don’t make new year resolutions any more, I don’t believe in new year resolution myself. I did ofcourse, when I was young(er). But with time I found it to be a…. ‘not so useful thing’…. for me.
If I’m determined to do or change something I do it any time of the year. Like if I deside I need jogging or exercise, I start jogging even in heavy monsoon. I don’t wait for new year for that but whenever I’ve tried a ‘new year resolution’ in the past I’ve failed dismally. It just doesn’t work for me that way.
A new start is in order, for the life without a border…
The success will follow; the key is to try harder…
It was a summer vacation when I was around nine years old. I was visiting my uncle, who then lived in a small village; in an old house.
One afternoon I was just dawdling around the house like I did every day. At a corner near the back door I saw something wriggling on the earth. Something small, reddish brown, and I’d had to see what it was, naturally. When I got near enough to examine it I saw something bald, with a tail and four tiny legs.
It was a newborn mouse; even its eyes weren’t open yet. It must have been fell from the rafters above. It was small, helpless, and cute; I had no choice but to take it under my protection; and I did.
I picked it up gently and put it in a small cardboard box. I tried to feed it with cotton, dipped in milk. After some time my aunt found out what I was up to and advised me patiently that it was no good and I should abandon my efforts.
Finally I agreed that the baby mouse should be left on the rafters so its mother could find it and handed it to my uncle. That was my smallest pet and for the shortest period.