Kasturi – The Fawn Who Changed My Life

Not all friendships begin with words. Some begin with a glance, a heartbeat, and a silent promise of love. Kasturi, the delicate fawn who entered our lives unexpectedly, was one such friend a guide in a fur coat, with eyes that carried the wilderness and a soul that understood mine.

Kasturi was found during a rice harvest, orphaned and trembling. The workers who discovered her thought of her only as meat. But compassion intervened my father’s friend, the owner of the rice field, stepped in and saved her. Knowing our home was already full of animals, he brought her to us, confident that we would welcome her with open arms.

He was right.

From the moment I saw her, I knew we were meant to be companions. She wasn’t just a rescued animal she was family. Kasturi followed me around the house, nuzzled the cats and dogs, and would sit quietly beside me as I poured my heart out, discussing topics no one else would understand. She listened with her eyes, with her stillness, and somehow, with her soul.

My mother, a devoted plant lover, initially protested Kasturi’s wandering tastebuds our indoor garden was no match for her curious nibbling. But one look into those mesmerizing, innocent eyes, and my mother would sigh, “Eat whatever you want it’s your house too.” That was Kasturi’s magic. She didn’t just blend into our lives she softened hearts, carved space, and left roots of love wherever she walked.

As she grew older, around the age of five, we began to notice her discomfort. Her slender hooves slipped on the tiled floors; she appeared restless, as if her body remembered something her heart had not yet acknowledged the wild. It was then we realized what we had to do, though it broke our hearts. Kasturi was no longer the baby we saved she was a young deer meant to roam, to mate, to live as nature intended.

With heavy hearts and tearful eyes, we decided to move her to a protected Deer Park where she could find her herd, her rhythm, her future. It was one of the hardest goodbyes of my life, but it was also one of the purest acts of love to set someone free when your heart wants to hold on.

Letting Kasturi go was a lesson in trust, in release, and in unconditional love.

Kasturi wasn’t just a fawn. She was a silent teacher, a bearer of innocence, and a reminder that love knows no species. She taught me that deep connections can be formed without a single word, that healing can come from companionship, and that sometimes the kindest thing we can do for those we love is to let them grow beyond us.

She remains etched in my soul not as a memory of what I lost, but as a gift I was lucky to receive.