A Narrative of Eternal Rest

I couldn't help myself writing about this incident which turned out to be an accident in the early morning hours and filled me with a deep sense of remorse.

I am very sorry for the death of a squirrel who came under my scooty, and I feel guilty because I had seen her crossing the road and thought she would cross it anyway, as in the first go she was crossing the road from left to right across the road (from my view of the road) but she in a dilemma returned to cross it from right to left and the hell of a scene happened, I stopped my scooty 2 metres ahead and returned back, with no such experience of holding a squirrel in such a case or any case, I couldn't understand what to do. She was not bleeding from anywhere but showed no movement as well. I just wished for a miracle to happen and felt the warmth of her body in my palm, the warmth before the cooling down of her body, I put it on the seat of my scooty but it started to slip down slowly as none of its legs showed any gripping power so i took it back on my palm and saw it so closely for the first time in my life, never expected that my first meeting with a squirrel will be in such a manner, squirrel, who has always been my favourite and felt it to be the cutest tiny creature, fancying its mythical story with Lord Rama but this day and  this very moment nothing came into my mind expect just wishing it to be alive, ultimately I kept it near the roots of a tree and roamed in the nearby park where I was heading for the morning run but with all guilt within I couldn't hold myself and went back to the spot with a tiny hope alive that I would not see it there for whatever may be the reason either stray animal would have taken it away or she would have jumped back to life and in both of the cases i would have considered only one thing that it didn't die but as nature would have it as I went back only to see the ants over her face and her body was stiffened. With a heavy heart I went away from that scene mourning her death.

An Indian Palm Squirrel with a life span of 2-4 years in the wild met the end of her life, I couldn't figure out what was her age but I said to myself may be it was time for her to go to the eternal rest because we as a human being don't control the cycle of life, this feeling though lessened my guilt but this accident aroused an another level of emotional consciousness within and a desire to be a better human being with compassion and love towards all.

May God rest her soul in peace and create her into a darling guiding star in my life which could drive me towards nobility and worthiness to live.