What do Fish think? Have you ever wondered what your pets think about, the cat your dog, that hamster? Has your pet ever inspired you to create art or stories?
Lalwant Singh died last week. At night he came to me for his food, nipped at my finger and all was well. Morning, he was curled up on a leaf, all dead. I guess I can take consolation in the fact that he did not suffer.
But I’ve learned the passion of creation by their example: write like mad, polish them like mad, submit like mad, and even if the babies come to nothing, set about making my writing babies again.
And just like with the angelfish babies, rejoice that they lived and swam free, at least for a while.
Who knows, maybe someday, one of the angelfish babies would survive. It would become more than a tiny tadpole, actually grow fins and swim at large.
In the meanwhile, what I and my angelfish can do is create, with passion and commitment. Results be damned.
‘m reading “Sun After Dark” by Pico Iyer. It is the single most spellbinding travel book I’ve read this year, and it is making me restless. I want to go places, and I don’t mean figuratively.
These parents rescued their kids from certain death by catching them and depositing them on a leaf
when I managed to drop them!
Kartar Singh woke up this morning, did his usual happy dance, broke his fast of the last 3 days, and made me very happy.
Then in the afternoon, I found him tail up, his head stuck in the pebbles, dead.
Kartar Singh has stopped eating.
He swims up to me when I try to feed him, looks at the food, and then looks up at me with his beady eyes, as if to say, you think I’m going to eat this crap?