Chapter 7: Magic Under the Guava Tree
And then, something strange happened.
The little grandson suddenly started to understand everything I said.
As if some ancient bond had been unlocked by the moonlight, or maybe the magic of Dadi’s stories finally took hold. The next day, he tiptoed closer as I sat by Dadi’s feet, and whispered, “Billu… er, Moti, can you really talk?”
I blinked slowly, flicked my tail, and gave a low purr—inviting him, for the first time, to join my side.
He squeezed my paw, and I thought, For the first time, I wasn’t just Dadi’s Moti—I was his friend, too.
Somewhere nearby, Dadi snored gently, dreaming of her two companions, not knowing her home was now guarded by a talking cat and a grandson with wide, believing eyes.