PART- I
Born
with the title “Son of a bitch”, yeah, I know how it sounds.
Discriminations
start rite from the day one. Some say cute, some say fur ball, some feed us,
some evacuate us, some take pictures, some least care only very few adopt us, because
we are just a stray.
Dried
dirty fur, skinny body and swollen dugs, I am describing my mom who protects me
round the clock. Her feed is no longer sufficient, she knows it too. It is time
to grow up strong, for I have to feed myself. For now, I see no challenges;
people pamper and love me, finding food is no big deal.
It
has been a week since my mom fed me. Sound from the vehicles, indistinct
chatter, shop shutters up and down, footwear flaps have become my daily
playlist. I spend every dawn by gazing at busy people’s feet. We live in an
abandoned half demolished house accompanied by a few homeless. They are very
kind, as they feed occasionally with a piece of bun or a biscuit, sometimes
with little food. Whenever I come out to
get some fresh air, I often see some autowalas playing with stones on a
chalk-lined floor. Before even I take a clear look of everyone, my mom wags her
tail and licks this guy from the same stand who readily welcomes her. As his
gentle hands pat her forehead, she closes her eyes and bends down with comfort
licking his feet and hands. I saw those hands picking me up and he pampers me
too with multiple folds of love.
Whoa…..
What a feeling……..!! At that moment, I thought if someone could even show the
same love and affection as my mom always does. Then he let me down, started
playing with me for a while and he was about to leave the place which I never
wanted to happen. All I did was follow him. His hand reached the backseat of
the auto and picked a red packet to feed us. This has become our daily routine
too.
Like you capture beautiful moments on camera, your blog is reminiscent of emotions that are on display everyday around us but are often lost in the hustle and bustle of life. That's a gift. To be able to observe life with sensitivity.
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