Michael -From rainy evening to magical memories

After a long gap, we finally went for a family movie outing to watch Michael. We had booked the evening show, and unexpectedly there were heavy showers that afternoon. My son and I were joking that even the rain came because my husband finally agreed to join us for a movie 😄

We went in without huge expectations, but once the movie started, we were completely spellbound. The performance was so convincing that nowhere did we feel like we weren’t actually watching Michael Jackson himself. Both me and my husband grew up listening to albums like Bad, Thriller, and Dangerous in cassete player (Amplifier) once the cassete is out those days, so the movie felt extra special and nostalgic.

We were also amazed to learn more personal details about Jackson’s life - especially how he donated the compensation he received after the fire accident to a hospital.Truly touching.What moved us even more was his deep love for family despite all the odds he faced in life. 

Just imagining how much trauma he must have gone through during his childhood was heartbreaking, yet he proved himself to the world.His love and compassion towards kids and animals showed how kind  soul he was beneath all the fame and the same time mysterious as well.

Juliano Valdi and Jaffer Jackson lived as Michael Jackson in every single frame.

Hats off to everyone who made this movie happen. It was nostalgic, inspiring and genuinely a feel-good experience ❤️

Eagerly waiting for Part 2 as well!

Fiddle: Unowned, but Unforgotten

 

When I was young, I always wished we had a pet. But my mom used to say, “Growing you itself is a big responsibility, how can we take care of pets?” Back then, I didn’t fully understand. Today, I think I do.

We didn’t have a pet -but love found us anyway.

There was a dog near our home, about a year old. We knew his mother; she used to roam around our street. He was her playful, energetic son. We called him Fiddle.

Fiddle was different. He wasn’t just a street dog. He was affectionate in the purest way. Every time he saw us, he would run toward us, full of excitement. Yet he never jumped on us. He showed his love gently, as if he understood boundaries. Slowly, feeding him became part of our daily routine. It didn’t feel like charity. It felt like family.

Then one day, everything changed.

Some other dogs in the street attacked him badly. He was severely injured and too frightened to even step outside our gate. Seeing him like that broke something inside us. We contacted Blue Cross, and they helped treat his wounds. For a few days, he seemed better. His body healed.

But his old enthusiasm never returned.

Soon after, he left this world.

We buried him in an empty land near our home with the help of our neighbors. It was a very quiet goodbye. But he left something behind - his tiny paw prints on our painted doorstep. They are still there. And they will always remain, not just on the floor, but in our hearts.

We never officially had a pet.

But we loved one.

And he loved us back. 🐾