It was in late 1990’s that one day my litter sister Kritika Milind and my dad were playing with a wild cat outside the house. My sister was very small and she did not know that its bad to pull the cat’s tail and not all cats like that to do with them. The cat got angry and she scratched/bit my sis in fraction of seconds. It was thought a minor scratch but as the cat was Wild one and not the domestic one, Dolly has to go through series ofpreventive injections taken in direct dose in her stomach. As a kid who cannot even properly speak, she use to just cry to avoid taking injections and whenever she sense that parents use to take her out to doctor, she use to hide somewhere where I use to help parents in catching her.
Most of the time as my dad’s vehicle was only efficient to carry 3 people I was left alone in the house and had to wait for Mom, Dad and Dolly for every hospital session. Every time they came back I use to see a KIT-KAT on Dolly’s hand and she slowly munching the Chocolate bar.
This was a weekly routine and when every time I see KIT-KAT on her hand while returning home. I use to imagine the sweetness of kit kat which I rarely had as the Chocolate bar was an expensive one for a Middle Class family where I was growing my childhood days.
Day by Day, week by week I started becoming jealous and one day I talked with my mom about it..
I will tell you the same thing what my mom told to a 5th standard kid that time,
“YOU CAN ONLY SEE THE KITKAT IN HER HAND AND UNFORTUNATELY YOU ARE NOT ABLE TO SEE THE PAIN WHICH SHE FACES WHEN AN THICK INJECTION NEEDLE ENTERS HER STOMACH”
That thing is still true with the world around. I find the 5th grade kid in everyone. Everyone is jealous of one point or the other with their own dear surrounding, its not their mistake that they are jealous or envy others, the only point is they need a mother who can explain them that they are not able to see the pain which people are going through before getting the KIT-KAT
Tapish Dongre 