The cat crossed the road.
They stopped, thinking that another person would cut in front, and the accident would befall him. I moved forward, thinking that if the cat had cut in front while crossing the road, I would have died many times by now.
I was going somewhere. At that moment, the cat crossed the
road. Everyone stopped, but still I moved forward, thinking that I was going
somewhere; the cat was also going somewhere. I must have crossed the cat's path
many times. Has he ever complained about me crossing his path till now? Has he
come to Chithorn?
What I mean is: The cat has no fault in our day being good
or bad. The cat cannot speak, that's why I spoke…..BINOD KUMAR SIMKHADA
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