I Love My Dog
Ok, I love my dog. It’s the cutest thing that’s ever loved me. It’s the only thing that has ever loved me. The last time I remember my parents them was when I was a baby. Then again, I don’t remember what I saw until I was eighteen and moved here to Mumbai. I’ve been here since the eighties, when Mrs. Gandhi was Prime Minister. I was very lonely in the city so I got a dog.
Yesterday, I was talking to this girl Deepa, or was it Deepti; anyway she said that she was busy that afternoon. I expected that she just didn’t want to talk to me. That’s how it’s been for a while. No one wants to talk to me no matter what. My life is solitary, well, except for my dog.
So, I was walking down the street walking my dog Cookie, and Cookie just sprinted off. I was dragged to an oasis in the desert, a garden in this big city . But we had to leave. We couldn’t stay. I dragged Cookie home, gave her food and went to sleep. The next morning I went to the garden and talked to the little kids playing with their parents. Many of the parents were delighted to have the children away for a few minutes so their work could be done. I left that day from the garden feeling welcomed and went to the florist down the street to buy flowerpots. I gave them to a few families in my building for the children to decorate.
I found lot of them busy with it using paints and colors that they found in their homes. I watched them decorating the flower pots with colours all over themselves.
I saw Cookie next to me lying down and licking her paws. Guess I am not lonely anymore. I love my dog.
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