Letter From Caspian

Honey,

I miss you! I miss you from all my heart that it suffocates so harshly as if oxygen has been vanished from earth. With every air I inhale, I exhale pain, deep pain of loneliness, pain of missing those good times with you and our brave baby boy, Simba. It feels as if I have nothing for which I can survive now. I haven’t seen any of our species since a decade which automatically makes me the last of the Caspian.

Every time I miss you, I cry out so loud that the whole forest echoes with my roar, the roar of Caspian, the last.

I sincerely miss those times when we used to be together, how we used to go for hunting. I would always let you get the prey as the joy in your face for feeling that you are sharper than me, made me lose every time just for you.

After our meal, we would always go down the river and get ourselves cool by cold water. You were always the naughty one who always made my fur muddy by kicking me at those saturated river banks. I wasn’t innocent either. As soon as you did it, I would tickle you so hard until you roared your lungs out and licked my nose to apologize. Then we would laugh at each other on how messy we both looked. Your roaring laughter always made me laugh little extra. The best part of the day was after the sunset when we used to go to our den and in the dark, your eyes sparkled way too beautiful than moon light. I always loved looking at them. I hated it when you made terrible noises while sleeping but your flaws are what you are made of and I really love the way you are.

Then it happened. Simba happened!

The first time I saw him, my heart went totally cold and it was the most magical moment of my life. Simply magical. He was totally like you. The naughtiness, the beautiful eyes and argh, the noises while sleeping. I always pretended that I was hurt when he bit me so as to encourage him to be a braver and furious carnivorous. This paid of really well when he hunted down a rabbit all by himself in first attempt. Thanks a million honey, for blessing me with the best and bravest thing of my life.

I still remember the day, when he brought a piece of meat for me. It made me realize that our samba has grown up. But..

But when he was just about to reach me with his first offering for me, terrible noises popped out from no where. Humans!

I could understand them, their language but they could never get what I roared.

Infront of my eyes, Simba was shot and got unconscious. As soon as I saw this, I ran towards him. I ran with all my strength but there were huge noises, terrible noises of weapons. The sapiens yelled “Save the big Caspian for the Zoo” I was shot but I didn’t bleed. I roared out loud that the whole jungle was echoed by my roar. After a while, you showed up. Showed up like a tornado and attacked those cruel creatures who shattered our lives. You bravely took down 3 of the men, but you got hit multiple times. All I could do was see, inside the cage with half consciousness, wet chicks and broken roar. I kept on roaring at them, to let you go. I even said ,” we are harmless, we won’t hurt you. Set us free” but they never listened and shot me again.

I got unconscious fully this time.

When I woke up, I could just see smokes and fire all around. Everything seemed so dead. The humans had met a terrible accident. Everything was down and dusted. The container in which I was kept was totally destroyed and the cage which sealed me got weaker. There was a loose rod at a corner of the cage and I could feel it.

I pushed myself. I went back and pushed hard against the cage. I tried and tried. And finally, the cage gave up and I was out.

I had no idea where I was, but I rushed towards the greenery and followed the sun.

I was in way too hurry to return to my area in a hope. A strong hope that you and Simba are okay. I had no idea if I was going in the right direction. I just had a faith, strong faith and solid hope that both of you would never give up on me that easy.

Then, I saw the river in which we used to get ourselves cool. I followed it.

After an hour, I found the place to which I was familiar to.

Then, my legs got pacier and I reached to our den and the place where the darkest incident happened.

After seeing the view there, I could not stop myself from crying.

My legs started shaking, eyes started expressing emotions and my heart got so suffocated and heavy that I couldn’t stand. I broke apart and got down on the ground.

What all I could see was, blood everywhere and bones and flesh.

Small undeveloped bones like our sons’. They cooked our son and ate him away. They ate him.

Bones are what I have all left as a memory of him and the piece of flesh which he had brought for me, my simba had brought for me.

And then behind the bushes, there was a body of a naked tiger whose skin has been cruelly taken out with no head.

I went closer to have a look. I was crushed when I noticed it wasn’t a tiger. It was a tigress. My tigress!

The one who completed me was gone. My life seemed as if it got punctuated with full stop. I couldn’t do anything but feel dead from inside. I dragged your body up to the river and digged a hole at the saturated muddy bank and placed your body into it and buried you. I buried you honey. This was the toughest thing for me.

And the bones of simba, I will keep it forever. I want my son to be with me forever. And the meat he brought for me, I will never eat it but will always look at it and remember how brave our simba was, just like his mother.

Every night, I look at the moon and roar at it, by saying “ You got jealous of my honey, so you took her away.” One day, these humans will destroy you too and this earth to whom you smile so proudly.

Since the day, you passed away honey, I feed myself with human’s meat only to make them stop killing us.

I have heard humans saying, it’s injured tiger it will attack us, by looking at my scar.

They have no idea about the level of my pain deep down they gave to me and they yell about my scars. My physical scars!

I might be the last of the Caspian tigers, because those humans took our species down and I haven’t seen any since decades.

I haven’t taken any cold bath down the river since that incident, but I always get my face muddy and dirty in your remembrance. I break apart when I find no one to tickle and lick my nose.

No one to bite me and do drama on being hurt. No one to lose for.

I have quitted sleeping in the den and started sleeping over the muddy river bank where I buried you honey.

My tigress, my queen.

You will always be my soul mate and I will always love you till my last breathe. Take care of Simba. I know he is with you and is getting naughtier day by day, but these humans sincerely need to be taught a lesson and made to stop killing us. We do have equal right on this earth which they forgot and I don’t want any one of the creatures suffer from the same level of pain which I did.

I will come for you soon honey…