24.0 Hair & It's Maintenance

Sometimes you might think that does this woman has many stories to tell about her hair by looking at the blog topic. Actually, there are many incidents about haircuts and hairstyles I had during my lifetime. I had a boy's haircut as a teenager. Though that haircut was not a problem in my childhood, my haircut was an exceptional thing for some of them as it was short hair like a boy. 

Actually, it was a boy's style. I could maintain the same haircut with a little more hair. I think I could have a nice haircut if it long till shoulders at least. Why did not I think about it earlier? It is still a question for me also. Because of this exceptional haircut, I faced various embarrassing incidents as a teenager. 

When I was a kid, my mother cut my hair and, we did not want to get the support of a barber. Every time, it was the same style, and I did not worry about that hairstyle as a kid. However, there was no style. But the hair I had from my forehead to the eyebrows gave a pretty look. Once it starts covering my eyes, then she wanted to cut it. Though it was her own style, no one noticed it as an exceptional case. However, my mother wanted to know whether her hairstyle was an acceptable one or not. Once we returned home from school, she wanted to know other responses for my haircut. As there was no negative feedback, she felt happy about her hidden skills. It always ensured that she had that capability.

  

After all, when we get a bit older, we went to a salon and cut our hair. The house we lived in those days located in a city and, there was a salon in front of our house️. We just had to cross the road. So, if we wanted to go, we went to that salon when there was no much crowd.  Every time my father advised that barber not to remove the hair in the sideburns. Because he believed that there would be unnecessary hair in our face. He reminded the same advice every time, though we went to the same salon. However, one day his scissor went through my left ear by mistakenly. I think it happened mainly because of my fault. I moved my head from time to time as I could not sit in the same position for a long time. I guess he frightened than me and, he also worried a lot. At that time, I was clueless by looking at the blood flowing through my ear, and a few drops were on my shoulders as well. 


I cried once I returned home and, as usual, my mother put some medicine. It increased my pain twice. After that incident, I did not go to that salon though it's located in front of my house. I did not want to lose my ear, and I did not have a haircut for a long time as well. However, when it was growing, I had to go to another salon as my parents forced me to cut my hair. Though it was not a nice haircut, I did not go to the previous place again. However, when we were leaving that rented house, I went to that salon and, had a haircut. 

Later on, we did not go to the salon and, a barber came to our home. My hair is black and strong. My sister's hair is brown and thin. My hair is like my mother's hair and, my sister's hair is like my father's hair. So, anyone could easily differentiate our hair when all were in one place after the haircut. 

Even though both of us wanted to go to the salon, we had to get it done from him. So, always we two had a similar haircut and, it was not a stylish one. As per our parent's view, it was the most suitable haircut for school children. I think our school teachers also accepted it and, one day they pointed out my hair cut as a good example for a girl. That day I felt happy for my hair cut. Apart from the hairstyle he had, the place he chose to cut our hair was not suitable for ourselves. Those days I was about fourteen years old, I think. Though it was our back yard, the people who were going on the road could easily see us. So, most of our neighbors did not forget to smile and ask 'Hey are you cutting your hair? Though every time I thought 'Can't you see? I always smiled and, said 'Yeah... 

  

When I was in the advanced level class, I also thought that it would be better to have a little long hair. I also loved to have pretty and lovely hair like my friends. My parents believed that we would be sick if we could not dry our hair properly after a bath. Because of these reasons, they asked me to grow hair as much as I love after the advanced level exam. However, I did not trouble them to get permission. There were a few friends who had short hair in our classes and, we all had short haircuts like boys. Some of my friends said that I had a haircut like an actor. So, those days I went to the salon I liked and, had a haircut as per my wish. Most of the time we went there after school with my few friends.

One day, I went to a salon with my friend and, both of us wanted to have a new haircut. So, we decided to shave the hair in the neck area. However, we asked the barber not to shave the entire area. Though some girls had this hairstyle, actually it was a boy's hairstyle. 

However, our instructions were pointless and, we could see the final output once she finished her haircut only. When I was looking at the backside of the mirror, I thought it was the most foolish thing I ever did. It was really like a boy's hair and, the same thing happened to my friend as well. She was also very upset about her haircut. So, when we said that she could cut less hair in our neck area without removing all, she said that it was not possible. As per her view, there should not be hair at all to get that style. However, she did not say that before and, that was the thing which made us angry. After that, the biggest problem we had was going home and school with that haircut. We two were helpless and, both of us decided not to go to school for a couple of days. 

Once I went home, I tried to hide the backside of my hair and, it was not an easy task. However, they noticed my haircut when I stayed at home for a couple of days without going to school. They did not accept it at all and, I had to listen to the same advice a few times per day. I think they reminded the same thing again and again until there was a hair in my neck area. Once I went to school also, I put my maximum effort to hide the backside of my hair. However, I could not do hide it in the tuition class. Some boys laughed at me and, my haircut was fun for them. When I was sitting in the class, they sent some paper rockets to my head. One boy said that he also wanted to have such a haircut and laughed with his friends. I asked him to cut his neck instead of his hair. 

The bad habit I ever had was getting late to the tuition classes and, somehow there was a five to ten minutes delay though I tried to go early. One day the teacher of one tuition class said that I may spend more time combing my hair. 

It made others laugh. As that comment came from our teacher, it was a big shame for me. At that time, combing was not essential at all and, I could manage it without a comb. So, after that, I thought to go there very early. But due to unknown reasons, it did not work. On that day, I quickly sat on a seat without going to my friend's area. 

In those days some boys asked me to grow my hair. But I could not accept their request as I did not have permission from my parents. One day, when I was returning home by bus, a boy who sat beside me said that 'your nice look is pointless without a grown hair. Though it was a serious comment, it made me laugh. It happened unexpectedly and, I could not avoid my laugh at that time. So, he described it further and, pointed out how does hair adds value to a girl's look. Though I did not reply to him back, he continued his speech. It was another similar feedback I had for my hair those days and, therefore, it was not a new thing for me. Though I had such short hair, I could not have a bath in the evening. I had suffered from cold and, I also did not want to grow my hair because of that reason. On such day, when I was going to a tuition class, one boy stood near me on the bus. He was a little bit taller than me, and he said that there's a bad smell in my head. At that time, I think I applied medicated oil as well. However, I did not reply to him back and, looked at him as a devil.

As I could not go through the advanced level examination well, I had to do it for the second time also. So, at that time, I started growing my hair. When I was going somewhere, my mother combed my hair. She was the one who tied my hair using a wool band and, it was not an easy job for me as I never had grown hair before. 

When I was going outside, I wanted to keep my hair neat. Therefore, I clipped many clips to manage tiny hair parts that we're playing here and there. As most of the areas had not grown much, it was not an easy task to tie a small tail even. My new look was fun for most of my friends and, they laughed for the unnecessary hair clips in my hair. They said that I would be hit first when there were thunders around us. On that day, my hair was a funny object for most of the boys in the class as well. They sent paper rockets and small stones towards my head. That's how they welcomed my new hairstyle. It was a mess and embarrassing day for me, as most of them paid attention to my small hair with lots of clips. When I was coming back home by bus, I could not keep my hair as it is as some of the boys in the class removed a few clips. So, when I was getting down from the bus, the wool band was in my hand and, only a few clips remained at the head. Once I got down, I ran home quickly without showing my weird look to others.

Later on, I changed my hairstyle as I had grown and long hair. Sometimes I relaxed it and, sometimes I cut it as layers. However, now I don't have long hair. Sometime back, I had long hair and, now it is pointless to maintain long hair as it is a bit weak now. Apart from that weakness, the main problem now I have is gray hair. 

Some gray hair is popping up among the black hair like antennas. I think those gray hair is smiling and say 'Hey, you are getting old my friend. So, I'm cutting those using a scissor and, I think I won't' be able to manage them using a scissor after a couple of years. One day once I went for a haircut, a young boy who cuts my hair said that some gray hair raised as antennas. So, he asked me not to cut them anymore. A lady in another salon asked me to color the gray hair. 

However, that was the truth of our lives. Getting old is a regular activity in our body, and we can see the reflections in one stage of our life. How difficult to admit these changes? It depends on the maturity of our mindsets. However, still, my mind is not ready to live with gray hair. Though I think about the impermanence of everything for a few times per day as merit thoughts, according to my religion, still, it is difficult to apply to practical life. 

Including me, most of our friends got upset when there were a few gray hairs on our heads. So, gray hair was one topic we had at lunchtime and tea time. One of my friends said that the white light increases gray hair. Furthermore, she said that the air-conditioned environment also not good for hair. However, she could not explain the scientific side. 

Finally, it was a joke for all of us. At our office, all the lights gave a white color. So, when she was sitting in her office seat, we pointed out the light in her cubicle. Apart from those things, one friend said that removing the hair roots also not good practice. So, she asked us to cut the gray hairs. My parents told me that having a bath in the evening was a cause for gray hair at a young age. So, gray hair is an ongoing and main topic among the best friend’s gang.

So, when we were having lunch at my former office, this was our main topic. One day, one of our friends said 'Oh god, what are we doing now? How do we get rid of the gray hairs? At that time, she had a miserable look. We could not stop our laugh. So, we console her saying that we could apply hair color. 

However, hair coloring needs to be done very carefully. Because of the hair colors, some people affected by allergies.  

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12.0 It's All About Painful Thoughts - Pet Fish .

To become a proud owner of a fish tank with various and colorful fish was one of my dreams. I had to face for memorable incidents to maintain my hobby. However, I lost my interest also due to some of the incidents.

As a hobby, I wanted to maintain a fish tank in my childhood. I thought that it was necessary to bring a fish tank, but my parents did not like it. They said that it’s not an easy task as it takes an additional effort to clean and, need to keep away from our cats. But I said that I wanted some small fish called ‘Guppy’ to be placed even in a small pot. But they did not agree to bring a fish tank and, they were in the same beliefs.

But somehow, I thought to bring some colorful fish to keep in a fish tank and be the owner of a fish tank. It was a dream for me. That’s why I told my idea to school friends. Then one of my friends said that she could bring some from her fish tank and, she said that she has some colorful fish. I was very happy. So, once I came home, I searched for a suitable jar to keep my pets and, I could find out a small pot. Though there were some big pots, I could not take them as my mother was using them for cooking. She planted some flowers in old pots. 

So, that friend lived near our school. One day she agreed with me to bring them after school and, I waited for her. After a few minutes, she came with my dream and, I was so cheerful as I have been waiting for this moment for a long time ago. 

So, after that, I had to spend some more time to find out a bus with less crowd to bring my pets home safely. Anyhow, my dream fulfilled. I could bring them home safely and, as the first thing, I put them into the pot carefully. My friend gave some hydrilla plants with fish and, because of her kind donation, now my fish pot looks more colorful. It consists of different colors like red, orange, yellow, blue and green. But there were few drawbacks. One thing was, the fish are in a pot, not in a tank. We could not see them from outside as that pot was not transparent as glass. The way of using their small, colorful tails to swim could not see via this pot. As well as I thought they are not comfortable with my accommodation. But there was no clue for a fish tank as others did not like this job.

However, I was happy that my idea has gone well. My main task was to look at my pets as soon as I got up early morning, returned home from school, and before going to bed. 

My friend also regularly asked about the status of my pets. She was the one who taught me to feed them and, I followed up her instructions accurately. But one day I saw some of the dead bodies of fish ‘Sari Gappi’ and, they were floating on the water. It shocked me and, it was an unexpected situation for me. So, I could not imagine that the mistake I have done for their deaths. Sometimes it could be a problem in the pot. Then I told this problem to my friend and, she asked me to put some cubes of salt into the fish tank. But after a few days, I saw a few more have died and floated in the water. As I could not throw them away, I dug a small hole in the yard and kept them.   

     

So, after that, I kept on asking for a new fish tank and, I told that I wanted to keep others alive. I could remember that I troubled a lot for my parents. Then my father brought a small fish tank. After that, I prepared that tank by keeping the tank in salt water for a day to avoid any more deaths. Now, that problem was over and, I felt that my pets are happy now.  As there were a few more left, I talked to my friend and asked whether she can give new fish for my new tank. She liked to give some fish without any hesitation and, she also worried about the loss of my innocent pets. As well as she said that the same pathetic incident won’t happen as now, they are in a suitable place to live. So, this time my friend asked me to come to her home to bring the fish. I agreed with her, but I did not tell my parents. I knew their decision and planned to go there without their permission. 

On that day I went with her after school. We ran from the very beginning as my parents used to find me if I got late. We ran with our maximum effort. I thought that I could run if I did not have a big bag and a bottle. But I had to run with all those stuff. After a few miles, I fell down by hitting something in the road. 

There were few wounds in both my arms and legs as I fell down on a Tar road. It was the main road. There were some wounds in my legs and arms and, all were very painful. That weird and horrible look could make two of us mad. I did not cry because of too much fear and, my friend was so silent at that time. There was a house near that place and, an aunt and a small girl saw this incident. At the same time, that aunt tried to put some medicine into my wounds by looking at wounded legs and arms. My school uniform also got damaged. But I was afraid to put medicine as my parents were not there. And I knew how hard to bear up the pain of medicine. So, that aunt gave some cotton and, I kept on the wounds. It helped me to reduce the pain a bit at that moment and hide the blood. My friend was so scared and, she said that she could drop me on a bus. So, she waited with me for a bus. Meanwhile, we saw that my friend’s mother was coming to us as she was late.

Even we ran to reduce the delay as much as possible, now almost one hour was over. My main concern was how to answer the questions once I returned home and, it was more painful than my wounds. I knew that I may have to answer lots of questions. I was thinking about all those and reached home.  

Once I went home, my mother afraid a lot and my father was not at home at that time. I said that I fell down on the school ground when I was playing with some friends. Then it was the time to do the scariest task and, my mother was ready to put some medicine for my wounds. The cotton has stuck to the wounds with blood and, it was not an easy task to remove back. That was the worst wound that I have ever faced. Who knows these things before?. I could not bear up the pain once my mother was cleaning my wounds. It hurt me a lot and, it was painful like nothing. At that time I experienced the most painful moment as a child. As I have screamed a lot, one of the grannies in our neighborhood came to see what was happening in our home. I saw tears in her eyes too by looking at me. When my mother was putting medicine to my wounds, it made me crazy and, I screamed a lot. She told me that she would like to put more medicine than this stuff if I come across similar situations in the future. Later on, she cleaned my wounds when I was bathing and blamed me by reminding the silly things I did. So, I was like a beggar who has covered legs and arms with wounds. There were tears in my eyes for a few days because of the pain in both of my body and heart. 

Everyone asked what happened to me and for everyone, I said that I fell down on the ground. A few days later, my sister asked, 'You are lying. Right... She said that one of her friends told her that one girl fell down in front of their house and, that girl had a water bottle like a drum. 

Additionally, she said that her mother gave cotton for wounds. So, the water bottle was the suspicious thing for my sister and, that’s why she knew that I was lying. So, I got to know that the small girl was a friend of our satellite sister. However, I kept on telling that I fell down on the ground and, asked her to stop saying nonsense. But she did not accept and used to ask the same thing again and again for a couple of days.

After that, I lost my interest in my hobby. Even though my friend asked to bring some fish, I told that I don’t want them now and postponed. After a few days, the few fish left behind also died. Therefore, I didn’t want them anymore as it brought some painful memories via dead fish and my wounds. 

Time went fast and, again I thought to bring some fish to my fish tank. This time no one rejected my idea and, at that time they knew that I could take responsibility. So, this time I bought a big fish tank and colorful fish from another place. That place was selling fish for money. I got to know about this place from my friend and, it was the place where she also used to buy fish. So, those days it was my pleasure and hobby to see the way of swimming colorful fish in my tank. I enjoyed their behavior a lot. I used to clean the fish tank and therefore, it does not make trouble for others. Anyway, I also did not let others clean the tank after I lost a few small fish once my father cleaned the tank. Mistakenly, some of them had gone once he threw away the water from the tank. Step by step I added some gadgets like water motor, swimmers and some plastic stuff with colorful stones to make my tank more beautiful. So, it was fun for me to decorate the fish tank.

One day we bought a fish called ‘Catfish’ once we four went out of the home. It was a kind of fish who was changing the size of the body, according to the nature of the environment. His pet name was ‘Cattah'. 

As an example, if they lived in a big tank or a pool, they would be big buddies more than a normal one. So, the color of this fish was dark ash and, there was a silver line in his stomach area. I think it added some value to his beauty. Even though we were about forty kilometers far away, I brought him home very carefully. My father asked whether I can bring him carefully because of this distance. I thought to bring him once I got the opportunity and, I did not like to miss it. So, I said yes and brought my new pet carefully even though it was a hard task with the support of my sister. Their behavior was mischievous when they got scared. So, he scared a few times and, we also got scared all the time with him. Once he came, he was our new pet and, he brightened the tank. He looked like a ship in the sea and was the biggest fish in our tank. Later on, he used to jump out of the tank and, that was the main problem we had with him. It was not an easy task to catch him back. Once he jumped out from the tank, only me or father could place him back. My sister or mother was not able to do that as they scared to touch his slimy body. So, I bought a new roof for my fish tank and put some weight on top of the roof to protect my pet.

The biggest challenge was to take him out when cleaning the tank. As a best practice, we kept our cat in a locked room before taking 'Cattah' from the fish tank. However, I needed someone else supports to take him out and put him back. So, after a couple of years, he became a big buddy and, our tank was not enough for him. Therefore, I had to think about another good place for his accommodation. So, we brought him to our father’s younger brother’s house and kept him in their pond as it was a big one where our pet could live comfortably. As well, I did not want to worry about his safety as it was our relatives' place and, I could see him anytime I want. Even though it made me a bit sad, I had to do that for the sake of his happiness. He lived for about ten years. So, after that, again, my interest went out and, I did not want to keep fish as my pets. Therefore, I brought the rest of the fish to the same pond and pulled out my fish tank.

Maybe you remember the image of salmon tin and, it was a fish. I always remembered my ‘Cattah, once I saw this image. So, this happened when I was eating salmon as well. 

Then I stopped eating salmon. However, at that time I stopped eating meat and was half-vegetarian.

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9.0 Hey Doggy…Here Are 6 Ways To Eat My Meat Better.

My Dream! Become an owner of a few pets was one of my dreams in childhood. But my parents did not like much as we did not have enough yard in our rented house. As well as my father received job transfers to various places from time to time and it was another reason. So, I tried to pet dogs and cats when I saw them anywhere. 

Even though I thought to write these stories according to the order it happened, I forgot three to four stories before the article ‘Grade 5 examination’. So, this is also a memorable incident and a lesson. Today also I do not prefer to pet any dogs except our own dog at home because of this incident. 

Those days we lived in a home, which gave by the government as quarters for my father. It was home on the roadside and, the yard was a restricted area for us because of that reason. However, I went out one day and, my younger sister also accompanied me. She observed my behavior those days and, it was her Hobby to find out my faults. In this case, I did not ask her to return home as if I asked her to do so, I also don’t have the opportunity to go outside. She did not let me do things that were not applicable to her. That was her point. That’s her rule those days and, she pointed out all with my mother. So, both of us were in the yard.

That Sleeping Dog Was A Devil, Friends! I saw black and brown colored sleeping dogs when going to and fro in the yard. That dog slept well in the corner of the yard. By looking at that dog, I could not keep my legs and hands as it is and, what I did was I touched his head via my foot. I thought it would let that dog sleep well, but he looked at me horribly in unexpected ways at that time. At the same time, I turned back and, tried to go back home as that look get frightened me. But that doggy was faster than me.  That doggy bit my leg before I went to the entrance. Actually, it’s good not to see the way that the dog has bitten me after hearing the sound came from his inner mouth. It was a Dangerous Voice to hear. Later on, I saw ten to twelve people came to our yard when I was screaming and, that doggy ran away. My sister climbed and hanged in a window at that time like a cat. At that time she was so silent. Then somebody asked about my mother.

At that time, I was conscious and came into the real world. So, how can I tell this to the mother?. I definitely knew that it becomes a Big Disaster once I told her. As there were a few faults, I knew that I had to face her punishments. 

However, I went inside into the home, searched for my mother, and, I felt that blood was coming out of that wound as well. At that time, she was in the kitchen. It's like that I lost somewhere. My heart was weeping and, I did not feel much pain in my wound because of the scary thoughts I had at that time.

Weeping Heart! I reduced my volume as much as possible and, told her that 'Mom, a doggy has bitten me now. That was it and, as I expected she gave a few slaps and, I was helpless like nothing. Now only I could cry and, I cried like nothing. Tears came from my eyes like water and, at the same time, I could hear that my mother was blaming me. Then my sister came and told me that 'A lot of people are in our yard and they asked the mother to come out. Then the only mother realized what has happened and she quickly came to the yard by dragging us as well. Meanwhile, my sister said that 'Today father also will punish you. So, all the people who were in the yard told details of many specialized doctors. One of the women in that crowd said that it was a Crazy Dog. Additionally, she explained the sickness of such dogs. 

In the meantime, our neighbor's aunt came and told that 'We will bring her for 'Sinhala' treatments.  There was a specialized doctor here. Even though my mother had been living in the area for a couple of years, she had not gone too far. So, she accepted the advice given by that aunt as she was the only one my mother knew at that time. As she decided to visit that doctor, we two went home and got ready to go there. Still, she was stressed over the careless mistake I did for myself and talking endlessly. My sister also helped my mother and, she added some more points to my mistake. I did not have anything to say as excuses, as it was My Mistake. Therefore, I listened to them and cried like nothing. It was an endless pain for me that day.

Anyway, we consulted that Doctor and came home with some medicine. Later on, I went to visit another doctor once my father returned home as he took me to another doctor. As I remember the doctor gave me an injection and, she said there is an injection course to take for a few months. However, my father did not say anything, and, he did not blame me. He just asked what has happened by looking at my helpless status. It was a big relief for me after listening to all the advice. But I thought that he would blame me. It was a good day for my sister and, she told me about the bravery action she took in this incident. How she has deceived that doggy by climbing to the window was the bravery action she did as per her view without helping me. So it was her Main Topic those days and, she used to tell it with everyone. 

Lessons Learned! So, after this incident I always maintained a distance with dogs, even they are pets of someone. I did not even touch a puppy though they look pretty and lovely because of this bad experience. I remembered the way that doggy looked at me by looking at other dogs as well. If I met a dog on the road, I used to keep a distance of a few miles. I did not feed them directly and asked someone to do when I saw any starving doggy. 

One day I went to a friend's house. There were many big and Lovely Dogs there. All were living in the house. This idiot did not even mention her doggy crowd me before. My friend also did not know about my story with doggies. Even though my friend and her mother told me that these dogs do not bite several times, I was so scared. When I was far from them that aunt asked: “Don’t you like pets though you are vegetarian?”. Then I told them this story too. After that, my friend sent a few big doggies to the inner room by looking at my uncomfortable status and, it was a big relief for me. 

Those days there was a famous painting Advertisement on TV and, there was a fluffy doggy. Even though I had a bad experience with doggies, I wanted to adopt such a lovely doggy. It was one of my dreams. That dog was so fluffy and pretty. We never had such a pretty one, though there were a few doggies at our home from time to time. So, one day I saw such a lovely doggy when I was staying at my father’s elder brother’s home. That doggy was walking in their yard with his owner. I could not control my inner scary feelings this time and, I wanted to touch that puppy. But the owner of that puppy did not like much and, she said that that puppy does not like visitors. Lol...

There was a doggy called 'Whita' in our home and, he died because of sickness. On the next day, I had an exam also, but I could not concentrate on my studies because of his situation. We gave medicine and, all of us worried about 'Whita's sickness. So, after a few hours, we lost him. He died. Then as the last thing, I closed his body using my towel and, I thought it was the biggest thing that I could do for my lovely doggy. Later on, my sister said that it was the worst thing that could be happened for somebody as I used my towel.

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So, these are some fun, sad, and scary memories about Doggies.

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7.0 The Beard Of Our Lovely Garfield. A Gift For Cat Lovers.

Time to time there were a few Cats in our home and, we love all those little kittens a lot. We used to treat them like our family members. Therefore, certain people in our neighborhood brought the kittens to our home when they have more. Some people were like thieves. When they did not want to have more baby kittens, they put them in our yard. Those days, it was a pleasure to see a couple of kittens in our yard. We would like to see kittens in different colors. We loved the "Orange" color the most. However, there were very few kittens in the "Orange" color. We had many black and white cats.

I'm Sorry! I would like to express my sympathy for the whole cat society because of this incident. So, when this situation was happening, there were no cats in our home. But there was a group of cats who used to visit our house.

One big black and a Fluffy Cat came to our house regularly. We put our maximum effort to keep and pet that cat. But, we never got a chance to keep him as he was a big cat like a wildcat. However, it was a big-headed cat and, I think that because of the beauty. We liked his fluffy look. So, in addition to that proud cat, the other cat guys came in for food.  There was no difficulty in catching them as the union of people is common for them. They used to go to many houses to find food. My mother did not like that cat crowd like me and, my younger sister. At the same time, they were big trouble for my mother due to different reasons. Pooping in the corners of our house, hiding little kittens in the cloth racks and, tearing chair covers were some reasons. So, they were a big headache for my mother. Therefore, we could not adopt our own cat.

So, this misfortune had happened to one of the cats who came to our home. Actually, before I did this, I thought about it as a service that I could give to that cat.

Weird Beard! On that day I saw a grown beard on the face of that cat. As my father was also not keeping a beard like that, I thought to trim the whiskers of that cat as well. As the first thing, my father used to apply soap in his face. Therefore I also followed the same process. It was not an easy job. The cat was struggling to go away, but I could apply soap in his face. I tied him in the door like a dog to make the task easier. But he tried a lot to go out. However, I finished applying soap. Huh… Now it's time to shave the beard. However, it was not exactly like my father’s job. Some white hair has fallen on the floor to make sure the task had done. After that, according to the routine of my father, I washed his face and wiped well using a towel. Then removed the tie and let him move.  He didn’t wait for at least one second and ran away. What I thought was, he should offer gratitude for the service given. 

So that afternoon when my father came home, I told the whole story with him. As soon as he heard, he suddenly asked 'Oh my god, why did you do that for innocent cat and, that story spoiled his face even. I thought why did it bad for a cat if shaving is good for my father. That was my argument. After that, my father said, 'Dear, the Beard is important for animals like cats and, they have to use their beard for most of the tasks they do. So, now the worst thing had happened to that cat according to my father. 'What will happen to that cat guy?. I have been thinking for days because he never came to our home again.

After that, I did not make any trouble for cats. These animals like our own family members as we used to adopt cats as pets later. 

They were our family members! We treated them like our siblings. We used to call them as Sister or Brother. Sometimes we called them using names of humans. My mother did not like those names and, she asked us to put suitable names for them. She pointed out that there could be neighbors who have the same names and, it is not good for their respect. So, with these conditions, if we saw little cats on the road, I came home with a Heavy Heart. Their situation made me sad.

Even though this is a small story, I thought of writing this to show the generous feelings we have in our childhood. I know that now I do not have generous feelings up to that extent. 

Today also we can see little Cats live on the roads. But now we don’t want to bring them home. We know that their lives are at risk when they live near the main road where there are many vehicles. If I observe the thoughts of my colleague or sibling also, I can see how these thoughts have reduced up to now. As an adult, we don’t have that soft heart we had when we were kids.

Most of the time, I think that the mental state of every child is the same. By looking at my sister's little one, I could see the softness we had in our Childhood. One day he saw a little kitten and, she was laid down on a floor without her gang. So, out little one thought that she does not have her family members. He said that “see grandfather, how poor? This cat is left alone, and they do not have any parents or siblings”. The facial impressions he had at that time were horrible and, I thought that he would cry.

How cute and pure hearts do these kids have before moving into society as adults? 

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