Last night while returning home I had to pass the home of
“Veerbabji” it’s a small shrine situated on the bend between the army ground
and Rotary Integrated School, I spied a creature beloved of the human race,
taking shelter from the thunder, lightening and rain, he seemed lost and
forlorn.
I reached into my pocket to get my phone, the poor mongrel seemed
abandoned, he looked like a well-bred
mutt, left by its owner to fend in the wilderness on the muddy roads of Abu. I
raised my phone to click the mutt, he looked at me, I tell you not a word was
spoken between us but a mutual understanding passed between us. I did not
encourage him, as I knew he would follow me and that would have been the end of
him as my pack of mongrels back at home would have ripped him apart, so I
turned away after snapping him, unresolved as to what action should I take to
solve the fate of this poor faithful dog.
The shelter given to him by the God should tide him over for
another day, if he moved out of its light he would be hunted by the leopard
making his way through the misty hills looking for prey.
I passed him tonight once again, and I have wondered in vain if
this poor mutt has had a bite to pump his fast failing veins. Before I lose my
emotional cool and go back to feed him and bring on the poignant pain, I rather
you see this dog in person through this strain in pictures I clicked while in
the rain.
Anyone in Abu in needs of a lovely dog?
Head for this spot.
Where's my Master? I'm sheltered but for how long?
