Her grandma had a cat; a cat she found wandering around in her farm when she was a little girl. That was a long time ago, even long before India’s partition in 1947. The life on the farm was simple back then.
The little cat loved to run through the farm and all over the house, always on the run. Grandma named her Tufaan, which meant storm.
The day her grandma got married, they caged the cat under a big wooden box. Perhaps, they did not want Tufaan to run through all the sweets and the decorations. The grandma remembered it vividly – the cat scratching the box, begging to be freed. They had to put extra weight on the perforated box to keep her from escaping.
The wedding went smoothly, grandma lived a long and happy life.
“Let me tell you Aman,” Grandma would love to talk about her cat, ” Tufaan was my good luck. Our family’s prosperity is tied to that cat! She was my best fried!!”
Twenty years later, when Aman’s mother got married, grandma told the servants to arrange for a cage. For two days, during the ceremonies, grandma made sure that the cat stayed in the cage.
She repeated the same ritual when he other daughters got married!
“I am not very superstitious, only when it is logical,” Grandma would say if anybody would ask about her cat being restrained in the cage during the ceremonies.
And then, many years later, Aman came to Canada for studies. After her graduation, she found a job in Toronto and stayed.
For last two years, she was in her first serious relation. But she decided to back out; things were not working out.
Last month she went ahead and bought a large animal cage from the local pet store.
Now, all she needs is a man, and a cat.
Did I tell you – she is not very superstitious, only when it is logical!
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