The cat mewed once and broke into my room from the open window of the cheap hotel in Kolkata named “Deshbhakt Hotel”, it was very usual that she used to take a daily survey of my room. It started when I treated her with a large piece of bread at our first meet since then she became my friend cum roommate, she used to gaze at me whenever I got engaged with my books or delved into my tablet for some study materials to add some information to my PhD thesis even she wouldn’t move an eye until respond her, we both didn’t have any companion of our own species. So we were interested in each other and happy to spend time together. She was a very black cat but still I liked her even though it’s widespread in Bengali society that black cats are the evil symbols. She accompanied me in the most of my vacant times and I also enjoyed her company, she used to jump frequently from my table to chair and chair to bed and repeat the process hundred times a day. Consequently she broke my flower vases several times.
However, she came and sat beside me, I was reading an e-book on my tablet meantime she gently gazed at the tablet screen it seemed like she was very familiar with the tablet or the e-book. I ran my fingers over her soft and smooth furs, it was 7:30 AM, a very dull morning , dark clouds were showering over Kolkata with their lowest pace, the sun still had to woke up and be visible to the kolkatans. I threw a biscuit on the floor for the cat and she jumped over that and began grasping. It was Sunday and holiday of my kinder garden school which I joined recently to get a monthly pocket money, so I was almost free of tasks. So I just put my tablet aside, took twenty bucks from my wallet, pushed my feet into my six months old slippers and went down to Ramukaka’s tea shop which is located beside the street, in front of my residence and visible from the window of my room.
Crossing the road carefully because I was very afraid of dying and because I was still unmarried, I reached and sat on his very aged wooden bench with some big and small holes on its surface. “Biju bring me a special cup with extra chhana (curdled milk)”, I screamed.
“Wait a moment Dadababu”, Biju replied, he is Ramukaka’s son, a ten years old tall boy with curly hair and brownish skin, wearing a half pant and no shirt. After a few seconds he brought me a warm cup of tea. I began to enjoy the tea with scrolling over my Smartphone’s display, with finishing the tea I got up and decided to visit a friend to pass the day. I took a bus going to Boubazar as his home is located there. There were no vacant seats for me in the bus so I had to stand holding the metal rods of the bus throughout the journey.
“Aee! Lebu lojense”, a hawker got into the bus to sell cheap snacks after a few minute when he got none of his goods sold he went out and faded away, some oldies were blaming the modern technologies for making the new generation more lazier, some were chatting with their besties of opposite gender on mobile phone, some growing kids were doing arbitrary discussions like about superheroes, magical powers etc, some were discussing about inflation and other government and political issues.
Moreover, there were so many arbitrary discussions and I was silently enjoying them as I used to do in bus journeys. However, afrer reaching my destination I realized that my so called friend was on a business trip with his office mates as his mom informed me. I returned home with my disappointed mind and passed the day doing usual things. The next morning, I woke up early at 7 O’ clock, dressed up hurriedly because I had to reach the school before 8 am, locked the room, went down to the tea shop, had a quick tea, took a bus to my school and however reached there on time.
“Congratulations Mr. Khan for reaching on time for the first time”, Mrs. Gupta said, the headmistress of the school, the fat and ugly woman I had ever seen. Although it wasn’t the first time I reached on time, yeah it was true that sometimes I reached late but she used to underestimate me all the time. However I gave her a fake smile and went to take the class.
“Good morning sir”, kids screamed as I entered the class ,“good morning kids”, I returned them the morning greetings and taught them their lesson. However school ended, I returned home, had the lunch and I found that the cat had not come to my room since I returned, but I ignored because I had to meet my PhD guide. After meeting the guide, I returned home at 4 pm, changed formal clothes, wore a trouser and t shirt, washed face and hands, dried with a towel, switched the fan on and sat on the in front of the study table and turned on the laptop. A few minutes later I looked for the cat and found that she was not there in my room, I worried a little, so I looked around my room but I didn’t found her, being upset I was returning tom y room, meanwhile I heard her sound, not only her but also someone other’s sound was hearable there. So I traced their sound and found that these sounds were coming from my neighboring compartment, I rang the bell of the room and a pretty girl opened the door seeing her I became very nervous and speechless.
So she first broke the silence and said gently “excuse me”, I returned to my consciousness as her voice passed through my ears.
“Actually I’m looking for a cat, and I heard her voice coming from this room, so I just…..” I told her.
“Yeah, a cat is there in my room playing with Romeo”. She replied.
“Romeo! Is he your son?” asked I.
“No no! I’m still unmarried, he is my pet cat”. She answered.
“Oh I’m sorry, I just never heard such name for a cat before”, I said “can I see the cats?” I added.
“Yes come in, have a tea with me, I’m just new here, just came today” she said.
I entered her room and sat on the sofa before the tv, I saw the cat was happily playing with her new companion, it seemed like her new companion was a male cat, the Romeo cat thus she forgot me HaHaHa. However on the course of the Romeo cat I got a new and first female friend. After the day we met every day and gradually came closer than friends.