Sarita
Sarita described his childhood. Mithoo was born in Amritsar and was taken to a village in Jallandhar. In the house, to protect him from cats, he was hung in a small cage, having no bottom on an open well. Poor Mithoo was terribly afraid of the depth of the well. He got a comfortable house when he was taken to Delhi. That was the daughters’ house. They were living with parents in Delhi but before Mithoos’s arrival their mother passed away. Mithoo substituted the lost mother. He was bargained for Rs 5000 and 100000 by those who loved his beauty but they held him close to their heart. So they did not sell him. In their memory card, they saved several such incidents of Mithoo. As they were also children, they innocently experimented with his moods to help him escape from severity of the winter. One day, accepting the suggestion from their friends, they gave Mithoo half a spoon of whisky. Mithoo enjoyed the taste. although within seconds he dipped into snoring.The children were terribly afraid of their father, as they realized that Mithoo was not getting up under any circumstance. Both of then anxiously started their pooja which lasted for more than 2 hours. Nothing worked. They applied aftershave lotion, perfume, talc etc. on his beak and neighboring parts to escape from telling the truth to their dad. They were lucky as he woke up before their dad’s arrival. Mithoo compromised with Sarita once she readily received enough pecking from him. At another time, she gave injection to Mithoo for 3 weeks as per the instruction of veterinarian for treating malaria. Mithoo never understood why his favorite friend pained him and even now he refuses to reconcile with her in certain things. He walks like a human being, he eats from Reena’s plate, he sleeps on her neck. I felt he also took the lost Dad’s role. Amazing relationship!
I had dangerous experiment with Mithu. But I could win over his confidence. When I sang he danced, when I opened the big cage in their house, he did not respond negatively. Mithoo quickly went behind his pot to hide himself. But after sometime, he slowly sneaked down and sat a foot away from my feet. He understood that I was not a threat to him. I could see the sense of warmth spreading on his heart. The rest you see on the photographs.....
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