The perfect misfit.

Unusual sights never fail to amuse us. And you rarely come across something/somebody that captures your imagination and makes you think about its fragile existence. Like the tiny kitten that i encountered on a sidewalk near my house. A white colored creature with green hopeful eyes. She seemed like a perfect misfit. She just wasn't suppose to be there, she belonged someplace else, some place better. After a few days of feeding her and trying to talk to her, i looked forward to seeing her every evening and i always saw her all curled up in a lil corner, almost invisible to the rest of the world.
And one day i couldn't find her anywhere on that sidewalk. The wonderful creature was gone. Maybe to a place where it did fit. But the sidewalk was never the same again.
This is the case with us all, we just never seem to fit at the place we are. We always want to go to a place where we think we belong. But as and when we leave, we leave behind us an empty space that might be filled sooner or later. But it can never be the same again. No matter whatever/whoever happens.