Terminal Love

Chunmun loves cake, especially hot baked chocolate ones.
At the tender age of three, he is like any other kid who is fond of everything that is chocolate. Cookies, puddings and ice-creams and whatever other things that essentially include chocolate. He loves watching cartoons as well - Mickey and his friends. He can do that for hours together goes on for hours together. I think it’s because of Mickey’s pet Pluto; Chunmun is quite fond of him. In fact, it was only yesterday, that he didn’t let me watch my favourite soap because of that cartoon. This irritates me to no end sometimes but it’s fine if it saves me the trouble to get him to eat.

“Honey, don’t you think all of us should go for a picnic?” my husband said to me one
evening/morning. “Hmm…even Chunmun will love it. He has become quiet these days, a good picnic will change his mood” I added to this plan, “I will prepare those butter cookies you are fond of…hmm…and also those cream-filled buns. We can ask Mrs. Khanna to pack lunch for us. And I think she will agree to prepare dinner when we come back. It will be ultimate fun, (We’ll have a great time) isn’t it Chunmun?”
“Each time you speak something, you prove the fact that women are fond of speaking, Okay then, this weekend let’s make a visit to the countryside. There’s a friend of mine who owns a resort there. It will be fun.”
“Yeah...”Chunmun nodded.

My kid is a sweetheart. Chunmun makes friends easily, just like me. Even at the resort, he was surrounded by kids and played non-stop. He easily turns into an
eye-candy wherever he goes. Kids don’t really understand what he blabbers but they enjoy it all the same.

I summoned Chunmun for lunch…but no, why should he come with me when all the
attention he needs is being showered on him by these tiny-tots? After all, this
is what children yearn for, isn’t it? Finally we moved for lunch, promising the
kids that they’ll get to play soon.

“Don’t forget to order those chocolate flavoured breads, or else it will become quite
difficult for me to pacify Chunmun” I reminded my husband. “Yes, I remember sweetheart”. My husband and his romantic outbursts are like rains in summers. Soon, we were joined by his friends, who appear at every picnic from nowhere. But this time it was a couple, so the ice melted soon. All four of us got along like a house
on fire. But there was something amiss. The wife seemed lost and I figured it
out soon. “Is something wrong?” I asked. “No…err..actually nothing…I love kids..”, she paused, “we don’t have any issues and so whenever I see a family like yours, I long for the same”

After spending some more hours together, they left for the city. That night, my
husband brought up the topic again. And we were sad as usual. When the
gynaecologist informed us that we cannot conceive, we were disheartened. We did not know what to do. It was then that my husband decided that instead of spending on costly treatments, we shall adopt. And then Chunmun came into our life. We have nurtured him like our own kid. He is our life. And we think that our
relationship with Chunmun will only go strong with time.

But if everything was perfect, no-one would pray to God says my mother. When we
returned from our weekend picnic, a peculiar kind of plague had gripped the
city. Just like the pigs in the earlier one, this time it was dogs. One by one,
all the dogs started dying. Our Chunmun died too.