As I turned towards the Z.A Hashimi Hall, my eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of a greyish-white cat with beautiful golden eyes sitting beside the pavement in such deep silence that it looked as if she was asleep. Her nature was so calm, so unconcerned, so uncaring about everyone in her surroundings, it felt as if she was looking from another world, a world more peaceful, more loving, more caring.
Later when I passed by the same spot, I saw her again, her calmness, her serenity impressed me but perception is a very odd thing; the eyes look but they do not see, do not feel. Looking more closely, I found out that her nose was bleeding very badly, her ailment was increasing by the moment but she was so serene as if she felt no pain.
Moving closer to her slowly, I took out my phone to take her picture but still she showed no reaction, no fear, no movement. She looked into my eyes with such deep hopelessness, that those eyes are still embedded into my memory, those weeping eyes still plead to me to save them, those pleading gems still question me. She was so beautiful but her heart was broken and her soul, helpless.