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The night of the missing rabbit

Ever thought you needed to control something in your life, so you walk down the park, listen to crappy music, find a spot so you can sit by yourself to make some notes by yourself, and figure how you can get over the need to be Ms. President of the country. Yes, that's the new thing on my mind right now. I have no clue how the system works, but every time the traffic cop insists that I broke the light even if I didn't, I feel like pulling out my secret card that says, 'President of India' and ask him to do his job. (I am being very, very subtle here). After a few minutes of lost chain of thoughts I realized I didn't want to control anything anymore. So I walk back home, feeling all jumpy and joyful.

"There!" I screamed as I was hiding behind the ugliest car in town, a turquoise blue old car, it was not worthy of being called an antique. "I am being chased by someone!" I yelled again into my cell phone, as I realized the battery had just died out. I was now alone.

It was a white, scary rabbit!

Well, rabbits are not scary, per se, but I was scared. It was looking directly at me. 
"Okay, now I just need to run." I started talking to myself by now, stuff that I do only when I need chocolate.

After a failed attempt to shoo the animal away so I could escape, I realized he wasn't moving, not because he was not afraid. He was not moving, because he was hurt. I felt bad for the little animal. Unable to cure yourself, with no one to be by your side when you are sick, is something no one should go through. Not even if you were an animal. What if I were an animal? This one thought and I went out of my way to be a friend to that rabbit - I became one! I took him to my place, got my friend's rabbit costume (yea, just the time you remember your friend who owns costumes and happens to have a rabbit one at that!) and we were off to a wonderful evening of carrots and funny movies. I took him on my lap and cuddled him, he felt like the softest cotton you've ever seen. And oh! so white. It made me wonder where he came from. Thinking about how he must have wandered into the city, I dosed off.

I woke up to a startling noise of cars, and a street abuzz with murmurs. The rabbit was gone.

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