Sangeetha Kamath

  Chapter 3:                   Mission Muay Incognito  As I continued lounging on the window ledge long after sundown, the garden came alive with chirping crickets and hooting owlets. I felt an inexplicable pang as I missed rolling around and diving into the catnip with Muay under a rising moon. Muay, had vanished into the night, leaving me with only the echoes of our rollicking adventures. A while ago, a wispy figure had materialized before me, his tall, slender form piercing me with eyes that shone like starfire from distant galaxies. He wore a long, flowing velvet cloak in a midnight blue with intricate silver embroidery. His tall cone shaped hat was splattered with prints of stars and crescent moons. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as he surveyed the suburban landscape of freshly manicured lawns with clusters of trees burgeoning with fragrant Frangipani flowers. He remained invisible to the humans, his presence o...

  Chapter 2               Muay, the Maddening Scamp Seasons had gone by with vibrant autumns and chilling winters. Muay Thai had now  become very outgoing and social. On a full moon night, this newly transformed scamp  had bounded away on some nocturnal adventure.  I waited for her return for almost a week. As I searched high and low for Muay Thai, my heart raced with panic with every passing moment.  On one of my search treks, I spotted something that made my blood run cold. Lying on the ground, partially hidden by the underbrush on the curbside, was Muay Thai's collar. The vibrant fuchsia leather was faded and dirty, but the delicate zircon pendant still sparkled in the sunlight and that had caught my attention. Holding it gently in my hands, I examined it for any sign of what might have happened to Muay Thai. But there was nothing - no blood, dried or otherwise. Maybe, just maybe, Muay Thai was still out there, waiting ...

Chapter 1                   Muay The Warrior Cat Muay Thai came to be called so for the feisty and spirited little thing she was, reminiscent of the intense and energetic martial art of Muay Thai. Her bold personality inspired me to give her a name that reflected her sass and vigor. Muay Thai's antics were the stuff of legends. She was a buzz of energy, always getting into mischief and mayhem. Whether she was chasing invisible bugs, leaping over furniture like an acrobat or wrestling with toys, Muay Thai was a force to be reckoned with. Her favorite pastime was "attacking" my hands and feet, using her lightning-fast reflexes and razor-sharp teeth. It was a game she loved, and one that always left me in stitches. Despite her tough-as-nails persona, Muay Thai was also a total softie at heart. She loved nothing more than curling up in my lap and purring contentedly, her eyes gleaming with adoration before snoozing into the deepest of sleep...

                             As I pushed open the door to the quaint little bistro Driftwood Ahoy along the wharves on Clarke Quay, a warm smile spread across my face. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and delicious food enveloped me, making my stomach growl with anticipation. I spotted my friends already seated at a cozy table on the terrace overlooking the water. One of them was laughing heartily at a joke while throwing her head back.  After all, we were celebrating our success– the much awaited promotions richly earned and a steady rise to the top of our game after hours and days of negotiations with an overseas supplier team for our company and snagging a sought-after coveted project majorly on our terms. Whewww! This truly called for a wind down and a splash of celebration. Taking my place at the table, I couldn't help but notice Willow, our host who had organized this magnificent lunch and suggested...