A few days ago, I had written about a few puppies whom I hoped to see again in better circumstances. See link below.
Well, yesterday, on 19 January 2020, I finally got the chance to see them again. Their puzzled Dad, a stray dog, watched as I clicked their pics. See them below.
This only proves that like humans, some dogs are luckier and get all those things in life that one can only dream about.
On one freezing morning of last week December 2019 in Vikaspuri, West Delhi, I came across a pair of street dogs with a few puppies snuggled close to them with their eyes shut.
They looked so cute and I had a strong temptation to click their photograph with my cellphone, but I didn’t have the heart to take advantage of their adversity without doing anything to help them. I do regret, I must admit, losing a great photo-op that day, but I console myself with the thought that I may get a better opportunity next time in happier circumstances.
On my way home that evening, however, I got a pleasant surprise. The dogs were enclosed in a shed with some food kept there for them.
Well, I guess, there is a Jesus inside each one of us who understands what it is to be born to be homeless, hungry, and shiver through cold, chilly nights…
May God bless that Good Samaritan who made this arrangement for the family.
And your bed isn’t
Always of roses;
But even life is human.
It takes pity,
Softens the blows,
Lets you draw solace
From a bed of sand.
This poem is now on poemhunter.com; click here:
When the general landscape of my life appears gloomy, Poemhunter always gives me something to feel happy about. Today when I opened this site, I found myself among its ‘popular members.’ See this pic clicked today, 14 July 2019.
This puppy is super lucky.
Unlike many other street puppies in his neighborhood, he is his mother’s only child. His chubby, innocent face add to his natural charm, so he gets undiluted love and undivided attention from not just his own mother, but everyone else around him.
And the best part is that he has a Godmother who assists his Mom in ensuring that he stays out of trouble.
While I clicked their pics, the Godmother looked at me curiously, unsure of what I was up to, and she remained close to the little one.
Well, that only demonstrates that love is universal and comes in all kinds of shapes and sizes. It has no limits. It flows spontaneously and gushes forth like a waterfall…
Do read My previous post, Part 1, of Ek Phool, Do Mali (which means in Hindi, One Flower, Two Gardeners) by clicking here.
Photo courtesy: Suroshri Chatterjee
These street dogs have found a way out. With the trees gone, they sleep, dream, and ponder in the shade of a concrete wall…