I don't remember those days quite correctly. I think it was before we bought our car. Yes, I think it is. It is just a fact that I am attracted a lot towards the pets. Especially to cute (doesn't matter whether they're cute or not) puppies. One day, I was not expecting anything. I was in my home not doing any of my home works. I could hear the tires screeching by the door which was the sound I recognized as my Dad's scooter.
The scooter meant a lot to me.That scooter had been our friends for more than eight years. Dad bought it when we were in Ahmadabad. It cost us 13,000 which at that time was a large sum. We spent a lot of time on that very vehicle than in our home. You get what I mean? We wander a lot. Me and my bro would simply fit in the gap given to rest the driver's feet. But as time wheel whirled, things changed and I grew and slipped to the back seat. At first it was quite comfortable having the four of us in that vehicle. But later and later, I felt more uncomfortable. There ended my journey with my family in that vehicle. After then I refuse to go with them whenever they go on a ride. Then time passed; dad got a car; he learned driving; it started again- The Wanderism!
Okay, let's back to work. I heard the screech. By the door it was my brother heading straight home with a puppy in his hand. I was shocked at first. Because Mom would never allow a dog in the home. She says this if I speak of keeping pets," I already have two dogs in here and I can't manage another.(in which she implies me and my brother in manners of fun)". This dialogue is same all over whenever we ask in our homes, correct? So there it was- cute and adorable in his Black colour and an white colour like a milk spilled over a black carpet. My brother had taken home a puppy of a stray dog. We never had a nice place to grow pets. We were in a rental home and it had no backyard or a lawn. So I felt uncomfortable with it at first then I got used to it. All of them in my family felt uncomfortable in touching them but on the other hand I wasn't like them. I did the jobs. You know the jobs I mean, right? Yes, you're right.
We had a room in the front in which we had the slipper stand and a chair where we usually sit while putting on the shoes. Later in 2011 which I mean now, the chair became a old newspaper chair. We put our pet there and I loved playing with it. It was really wonderful time which I had that time. It used to sit on my lap and look me up like a good adorable baby. My heart would just melt down if I ever experience that again. I shot videos of it. We have two rooms leading from the front room. In order to avoid it going into those rooms we had to keep closing it all the time. But before he came, we don't do that. All doors remain open. I close those doors and keep my camera in the video mode and just slip out. Then later I watch the video which would be so cool. It even used the slipper stand as its bed once. Once I searched the dog everywhere and at last I found in the middle layer of the slipper stand hiding by the colours of the shoes.
Mom too was a worker so we weren't having anyone to look after the dog. So, we leave it in the front room closing all other doors. One door had no lock and it will just remain closed but not tight. In the earlier days the dog found it hard to push through but later it got the strength to penetrate through the half-closed doors (he he). When we return home, it would be just wandering in the bedroom pooping here and there. Mom doesn't like it. The dog made quite an affection on my mom. She used to be the first one to wake up early and buy milk. The dog would just round her again and again. She was uncomfortable with the doors being closed as it affected the ventilation.
Then she couldn't just tolerate this anymore. She ordered me to put it back where it came from. Off I went along with my dad one morning by 7 am. It had been in my home for exactly a week. Dad ran his scooter and I was sitting in the back holding this guy in my hand. It looked at me during the run. I hadn't cried for a long time but then I felt tears running down my eyes to reach the mouth. It was like an emotional roller-coaster. His soul was actually able to communicate with me. I couldn't resist those tears. I had no choice but to leave him at the same spot where we found him. When I placed him there, the dog could've known what I was about to do then. It looked at me once again. It surely would have said this if it had a Speakable mouth "Are you sure about this dude?" Yes, I had to leave him there. I took leave and never saw him again.
The important thing is that, I hadn't even cried on my Grandpa's funeral but this guy- he really got my tears forked out. I miss you, little guy. I still want to keep a pet but it just keeps on missing. Will surely own a nice pet in my future.
Until then it is Guhan giving the keyboard a vacation...!
The scooter meant a lot to me.That scooter had been our friends for more than eight years. Dad bought it when we were in Ahmadabad. It cost us 13,000 which at that time was a large sum. We spent a lot of time on that very vehicle than in our home. You get what I mean? We wander a lot. Me and my bro would simply fit in the gap given to rest the driver's feet. But as time wheel whirled, things changed and I grew and slipped to the back seat. At first it was quite comfortable having the four of us in that vehicle. But later and later, I felt more uncomfortable. There ended my journey with my family in that vehicle. After then I refuse to go with them whenever they go on a ride. Then time passed; dad got a car; he learned driving; it started again- The Wanderism!
Okay, let's back to work. I heard the screech. By the door it was my brother heading straight home with a puppy in his hand. I was shocked at first. Because Mom would never allow a dog in the home. She says this if I speak of keeping pets," I already have two dogs in here and I can't manage another.(in which she implies me and my brother in manners of fun)". This dialogue is same all over whenever we ask in our homes, correct? So there it was- cute and adorable in his Black colour and an white colour like a milk spilled over a black carpet. My brother had taken home a puppy of a stray dog. We never had a nice place to grow pets. We were in a rental home and it had no backyard or a lawn. So I felt uncomfortable with it at first then I got used to it. All of them in my family felt uncomfortable in touching them but on the other hand I wasn't like them. I did the jobs. You know the jobs I mean, right? Yes, you're right.
We had a room in the front in which we had the slipper stand and a chair where we usually sit while putting on the shoes. Later in 2011 which I mean now, the chair became a old newspaper chair. We put our pet there and I loved playing with it. It was really wonderful time which I had that time. It used to sit on my lap and look me up like a good adorable baby. My heart would just melt down if I ever experience that again. I shot videos of it. We have two rooms leading from the front room. In order to avoid it going into those rooms we had to keep closing it all the time. But before he came, we don't do that. All doors remain open. I close those doors and keep my camera in the video mode and just slip out. Then later I watch the video which would be so cool. It even used the slipper stand as its bed once. Once I searched the dog everywhere and at last I found in the middle layer of the slipper stand hiding by the colours of the shoes.
Mom too was a worker so we weren't having anyone to look after the dog. So, we leave it in the front room closing all other doors. One door had no lock and it will just remain closed but not tight. In the earlier days the dog found it hard to push through but later it got the strength to penetrate through the half-closed doors (he he). When we return home, it would be just wandering in the bedroom pooping here and there. Mom doesn't like it. The dog made quite an affection on my mom. She used to be the first one to wake up early and buy milk. The dog would just round her again and again. She was uncomfortable with the doors being closed as it affected the ventilation.
Then she couldn't just tolerate this anymore. She ordered me to put it back where it came from. Off I went along with my dad one morning by 7 am. It had been in my home for exactly a week. Dad ran his scooter and I was sitting in the back holding this guy in my hand. It looked at me during the run. I hadn't cried for a long time but then I felt tears running down my eyes to reach the mouth. It was like an emotional roller-coaster. His soul was actually able to communicate with me. I couldn't resist those tears. I had no choice but to leave him at the same spot where we found him. When I placed him there, the dog could've known what I was about to do then. It looked at me once again. It surely would have said this if it had a Speakable mouth "Are you sure about this dude?" Yes, I had to leave him there. I took leave and never saw him again.
The important thing is that, I hadn't even cried on my Grandpa's funeral but this guy- he really got my tears forked out. I miss you, little guy. I still want to keep a pet but it just keeps on missing. Will surely own a nice pet in my future.
Until then it is Guhan giving the keyboard a vacation...!
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