A Graceful Mother

When I was living in a hostel, the Cat that was living in the Hostel gave birth to a three kittens.

She was a perfect mother. When someone she is familiar to her plays with the kitten she is relaxed, but still aware. But when someone who is not familar to her plays with the kitten. She stands on guard. Noting our every move. A ball of paper from an unidentifed person warrants a verfication of the plaything. She was a cute pet but a wonderful mother, always on red alert, teaching the kitten, the dangers of trusting humans too much.

It has been five years since I last saw her. But her graceful but swift moves when coming to the aid of her daughters is truly unforgettable.

Which makes me wonder. Why is motherhood always connected to humans and cows? And when motherhood and any other species is mentioned, it is all about how they die to save their offspring, a zebra fighting a lioness or a gazelle fighting a leopard. Of course those acts of bravery from coy mothers is awesome. But daily life speaks more to us than we listen.

What are the instances in which a mothers love and care for her children shown in the movies I have watched? I want to write a story on the simple love not the great sacrifices.

Telling a story

Most of the blogs that I read are about movies. I love them and apparently so do a lot of other people. We criticise a lot of things. But isn't writing a story such a tough job and isn't bringing it on screen so difficult?

If I wrote a story what would it be about? I have planned to start another blog where i'll write stories and here i'll just analyse the process of story telling. I planned to write about tamil movies but may include books occasionally.

There may be some posts that donot talk about story telling perse. But they will be a part of a short story collection or maybe even a novel. I'm a dreamer. What else can I say?