14th October 2026 Beena

 

Many of you know how passionate I am about pets. When I received a photo of a young girl joyfully walking her dog in the park, I felt compelled to capture the moment on canvas. My palette naturally gravitated toward vibrant, uplifting colors—perhaps infusing the scene with the hopefulness of spring, even as autumn lingered outside.

If you’ve never had pets, you are missing out on something truly transformative. It needn’t be a dog or cat—even fish, hamsters, or birds can become beloved companions. When you nurture a creature who cannot speak your language, you forge a bond that transcends words. There is a unique magic in that silent trust. Nursing a sick pet, for instance, teaches us the depths of empathy—an empathy that often reveals itself only in moments of vulnerability and care. I sometimes wonder: is empathy innate, or is it a gift we discover through these experiences? It’s a question that lingers every time I meet someone untouched by another’s pain.

Many parents confide that they feel invisible to their children, believing that the duty to give is theirs alone and that expecting anything in return is unreasonable. This makes me pause and wonder: is this selflessness, or does it verge on neglect—by both sides? Is it selfishness, or is it a cry for understanding? I am genuinely curious about your perspective.