4 PM
I exit out of my
house with a foil containing leftover chicken bones for the street dogs. I
whistle in my special way to which they respond – it is call for them, and they
come running. No dog is insight, there is a different kind of atmosphere, no
one is around. I wondered - where are all dogs I saw a puppy 5-6 months old, underneath
the car in front of my house, expecting him to come out for the delicacy. I whistled
again, no movement, I bend down to see under the car to check the puppy.
The penetrating stoned eyes of the dog made no movement,
for a moment I lost my breath, I was fearful and then I became Fear. There was
no movement, the growing up puppy died under the shed of my car. There was no mourning,
there were no frantic calls to the friends and relatives, there is no
arrangement required for the corpse, no one is there to give last bath to the
died also no one to take the body cremation
ground. Nobody even noticed what took place, someone innocent died. The mother
of the dog left a chapatti for his son, if her son feels hungry, but no one to
jump and fight. Even the co -brother of
the dog is missing.
Who is responsible
for this death?
The first thought came to me - Is it me? If I would have given the food to the puppy -could
he be alive. Did he died of some sickness or swallowed poisonous substance lying
on the street. Nothing seems to be clear but here is still, motionless, dead
body. The Mother of puppy is not coming anywhere near. I want to be with her – at the time, when no one stood by her
side.
All of sudden I shrank and I became small. I was sad as the
death of this type not acceptable. I was not crying outside but inside I was mourning
the loss of a life which was playing on the street few hours ago.
What Lord wants to
teach me? or this is a reminder that I am also progressing on the path where
there will be death of sudhir.
I called Municipal Corporation about this death and they
said they will arrange pick up.
Today morning I heard dogs barking, suddenly these
barking dogs are not irritating me.
Barking dogs are better than the dead.
I have no time, I can die at any moment. what I am waiting for ? I could not sleep well. Asking myself when will I travel ? which is my primary hunger. Another journey to travel begins...
