I know where I am going, sure about the steps. The wind has never been this calm, and the fragrance lured me into a deep enrapture. Leaves crumbled under my feet as I cocooned into the comfort of the night.
" Ah... Such a predictable night" my memory jaded.
Scrupulously my eyes wandered into the darkest corners of the night expecting a shaking shrub, hissing sound." tch..." Down in dumps, I leapt forward. Each inhalation unclogged a deeper swelling in my thoughts. Monkey brain started to plummet back to the boredom.
A sudden thud brought me back to my senses, and I took a brisk trot towards the sound.
" Argh... Why is this happening to me, a second back I was in heaven." consciousness frowned.
The sound has already sulked away. Looked up, nothing was there. Looking back on the ground, I saw half-eaten guava. Sneered" what else can it be". Brought my attention back to the walk, but the bite mark was unusual. It didn't quite fit with the bite marks of humans nor birds or cats.
The sketchy nature made me walk back to the scene; this time, I saw a pure white cat with a daunting sunset orange circle on its head sitting near the fruit. I shooed it away, and I took the fruit in my hand—there was a weird yet distinct shape to the bite, and the guava seemed to be in the harvesting stage but not old enough to fall off by itself, and the tree was almost a kilometre away.
" How did it get here" staring at the cat I exhaled
Purred the cat
" Fair enough" I exclaimed
I walked back to the sit-out holding the fruit in my hand. Its enigmatic nature imbued me. Within minutes I saw the cat and the constant prowling made me feel obnoxious. To avoid compunction, I threw away the fruit and went inside. I heard the cat meowing and purring and decided not to bother, but soon its consistent nature flabbergasted me.
I pelted out of the door" Can you be louder buddy?" I Screamed at the cat. It ran towards the small pond next to the guava tree, where I saw a little fish had jumped out of the tank and was gasping for air, the drizzle had helped it stay alive. I gently lifted it from the ground and put it back into the pond.
I looked at the cat and appalled "now it's odd, weird and ironic. Cats eat fish. Do you know that?".
The cat walked away into the darkness as I stood there bewildered. While walking back with a chuckle, I remembered those old days I used to hold my grandpa's hand and jump up and down, trying to catch the stars. The fragrance of the incense left burning from the evening has now fused deep into this cold night breeze. I looked back at the pond, and I pondered "This night felt the same".
