Daalchini

Mom's not at home. She'll be back in some time. Tell me. What do you do when you're hungry ? When you're as bloody hungry as a hungry lion who bloody hasn't hungrily eaten for the bloody past 3.772 hungry days ? No No! I'm not going to hunt a deer now. I'm so hungry, I don't think I'm in India, I feel as if I'm in Hungary.

Once lurked a hungry lion, not to mention his 3.772 approx days old hunger. He was a youthful lion, naive thus. His mom had always taught him to hunt. She had told him about the velocity considerations, angle of approach and striking ratio while hunting deers, buffalos etc but what she had always made him remember was to never even go close to a human.
"Humans, my cub, are inhumane. "
His mom's word echoed in his ears. But today he was alone. Did I mention the lion's name was 'Daalchini'. Oh I didn't ?? I'm sorry. Daalchini's name was Daalchini (Irony hai na? Lion ka veg naam!) . Daalchini's mom had set him free. She had taught him the lessons she thought he needed and left him, left him to hunt and eat on his own, left him to fight and struggle, left him for him to make a career.. Left him to live his life. Daalchini was deplorable, furthermore hungry.

Where had the dear deers gone ? Those savory, juicy creatures. Suddenly, he heard a sound. No! He heard many sounds! Yes! It was them! The dearest deers! Quickly Daalchini, as taught, ambushed in the bushes. Shedding his naiveness, he jumped out too quickly but by fortune grabbed a tiny one. Pinku was the tiniest of the lot. Pinku skreiked and cried. Daalchini was a sensitive lion. For a moment he pitied pinku and wanted to let him go, but his hungry body would not let him. Pinku was no more.

Though pinku was tiny, he was enough to satiate Daalchini for a long time to come, about a day. Daalchini was restless. This was the first time he had actually killed some creature by his own hands. He had always got already dead food. But today, he made it himself! He looked at his hands. His yellow-golden paws appeared red. Red. Red. Bloody Red! Red damn it! Red! Daalchini could not speak.(Ofcourse, he was alone, kisko bolta ?). He could not sleep. He was in pain. Having devoured an innocent creature, was it worth filling his stomach ? Was his hunger greater or the pain he caused to pinku. Daalchini trembled, but the allayed body slept.

The glaring sun came up with a new morning. But wait, where's daalchini ?...
Daalchini had made his decision and he was a rebel. He set out to live a clean life. A life with no blood or war. A life where he would not have to kill with bare hands to live. He headed to the centre of the inhumanes... 'CITY'!.Daalchini was scared of the inhumanes, but his conscience left him with no choice.

It was now dark and Daalchini had found an even darker alley to spend the, yet again hungry night. This restful moment was preceded by occasional high-pitched-shreiks and stick-n-stone followings of Daalchini around the city. Now he was safe. Atleast he thought he was. Daalchini dreamt nicely of deers, buffaloes and other skinned animals, but he woke up with a pang. There was something pinching in his back and there were many a scared people shouting at him and running as he rose up. He felt as if he'd taken a shot of marijuana. It was soothing and comfortable. He fell again.

Daalchini smelt food in front of him. He woke up to bite unaware of his surroundings and as he finished he noticed a crowd of screaming kids around him behind a cage. Reference frame matters you see. :) Both were happy. Daalchini and his conscience.

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The sad part of this post was written when I was hungry. Then mom came. I'm satisfied now, hence a happy ending!