The best listener

Pets. Just thinking about them takes me back to my school days—the time when our home was filled with the presence of dogs, cats, and even a few finches. They weren’t just animals to me; they were my silent companions, my comfort, my safe space. 


Cats at home

Whenever I was sad, I’d talk to them. I’d cry in front of them, letting my heart spill out in ways I couldn’t with people. Not because my parents didn’t care—they did—but sometimes, they just couldn’t understand. More often than not, they misunderstood me. And that misunderstanding turned into frustration, anger, and sadness. But my pets? They simply listened in their own way—by looking into my eyes, by curling up next to me, by just being there.  

After school, life changed. I moved to Chennai for college, and with that, I left behind the warmth of having a pet at home. Since then, I’ve found it hard to truly open up to people. Even when I have something to say, I hold back. I stay silent (exceptions are a few including my parents and a few friends). Maybe it’s because most people don’t really listen—they hear, they react, they judge. 

This is not about me but relatable to others too.

I just wish that I could be the best listener and understand people like the way my pets did. 



Tiger waiting for me at the bus stop with my brother. (23/05/2022)


Finches




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