The story goes that when Rama and his Vanara sena were building a bride to get to Lanka, a squirrel appeared out of nowhere and decided to help them, by taking one tiny pebble at a time and adding it to the bridge. The monkeys and bears of the Vanara sena saw this and started mocking and laughing at the squirrel, because y'know, how can that tiny thing help?
Rama, on the other hand, in his infinite wisdom and kindness and all of that, picked up the squirrel to thank it and and stroked it, which led to stripes appearing on the squirrel's back.
I had read this story years and years ago, but it came back to me last year when I came to the US and was startled to see these non-stripy squirrels all over the place. And now, every time I see a squirrel, I remember this legend.
Squirrel. It's a fun word. And a fun animal to watch.
Rama, on the other hand, in his infinite wisdom and kindness and all of that, picked up the squirrel to thank it and and stroked it, which led to stripes appearing on the squirrel's back.
I had read this story years and years ago, but it came back to me last year when I came to the US and was startled to see these non-stripy squirrels all over the place. And now, every time I see a squirrel, I remember this legend.
Squirrel. It's a fun word. And a fun animal to watch.
4 comments:
I'm outraged by the fact that this post is not titled *Kaatberali*. The Bengali part of my sentiments has been hurt. You are not a true Bengali and consequently not a true Indian.
I will now proceed to prove that I'm not a robot.
HAHAHAHAHAHA. I'd forgotten your love for that word.
And we all know I'm not a true bengali. Born and brought up Probashi re.
My first thought about squirrels here - they're so HUGE. Like genetically modified huge, except they haven't been genetically modified.
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