Ans. One morning when the writer entered the verandah from her room, she saw two crows were pushing sharply their beaks in a funny manner at the flower pots as if engaged in the game of hide and seek. All of a sudden she saw a tiny baby squirrel lying hidden at the middle of the wall and the flower pot, who must have fallen down from a nest. The tiny baby squirrel sustained two wounds due to the voilent attack by the pair of crows.
She gently lifted him up and brought in her room. She first wiped the blood from the wounds and then applied penicillin ointment. Then she tried to feed him milk with the help of a thin cottoon-piece. He became allright in three-four months. He was named Gillu. She arranged a flower basket, which was hung on the window to be used as his nest. It had become his new residence. She took his all care. He was provided Kaju, biscuits etc as his meal.
He became very familiar to her. Whenever the writer was doing something in her room he used to sit near her feet.
Gillu died in about two years. The writer was greatly aggrieved by his death. His body was buried under the Sonjuhi creeper. She was so much loving him that she believed to find him flowering and bloosoming in the outward form of a yellow "Juhi" flower in the next spring season.
Thus the writer had given him her motherly affection and care as if he was his son.
I shall also express the same gesture of love as the writer had shown with Gillu. I have got very much compassionate feeling for all the living beings. There is a pet puppy in my house to whom. I am lo
ving most.
