It was a pretty okay day till I reached near my place. EM and I wanted to buy some snacks so we just stopped at the super store near our house. It was a bit crowded anyway. Perhaps the timing itself was shitty...though it is on the main road only.
So, I just got off to get hold of some chips and on my little walk to the store I saw a little white and brown disturbed kitten. It was troubled and one bitchy kid was just scaring him. I told him not to do that. I just didn't feel so right so I went back and told my brother to get hold of the kitten. Adding one more to the zillion countdown wouldn't do much harm anyway. He got out of the car too. Though this is very unlike me. I don't do this. That's Nadzy. That's not me. Perhaps, that' s what made all the difference anyway :(
Meanwhile, the kid kept on scaring him and two other cheap boys too were just carelessly moving their bike near the kitty who got more scared and went under a car. Umar said that I should go on and he would handle.
Now I don't know what happened. I thought the kitten would be in our car.
But no Umar told me that he couldn't get hold of him and the kid scared the kitty so much he ran towards the road and some speedy car ran over the kitten. Umar saw him struggling, dying and he picked him from the road and placed him on the side.
And the kitten died. It's gone. Dead. Big Deal!
So, I just so hated this incident. I wish I was never there in the first place because now the kitten is dead. And my bloody sixth sense did tell me something wrong might happen. I hate it. I hate the fact we couldn't bring him home. I hate that Nadzy wasn't there...she wouldn't have gone in that store till she had held the kitten in her hand.
I hate that people are so insensitive they proudly kill and never realize how painful it can be for a living being to come under a car. I find it sickening to know that there is no significance and no value for animals. And those who do care are actually considered mad.
Thus, the fucked up cycle goes on.
