Birds chirping, sun shining perfectly on the horizon, winter winds by not being too harsh on living beings blowing pleasantly, and the gone shade. Yeah, I daily find a new one to sleep. And no matter what and where I find it, it always goes away when sun gets into doing its job.
“Mom! My shade is gone. Is it morning already?” These are my first sentences almost every morning. To which my mom replies with a nod, a signal for me to get my back straight and me back on my feet. But you know what, I never mind doing that because of a friend who comes to visit me daily without any fail. When I say daily, I really mean it. Even though he comes late in the evening, whole day’s wait is worth meeting him.
It actually is good that he comes in evening as I have a lot of things to do in the daytime. Busy days. I hope I am not sounding pompous, because I really am not. How can such a small body hold such a huge and heavy emotion? It cannot.
Talking about my busy schedule, as I am new to this area, I explore new places around daily. Some are so comfortable with so many cars parked around that I get way too comfortable and end up sleeping there. And when I wake up, I, normally, see a portly lady, trying to shoo me away, with a broom in her hand. As if it is for broom that I leave that place. After all, I too have self-respect. I don’t even pee at the places where I am not welcomed.
And yes, I have got to play with my brothers also. We all are of the same age. The friend who comes to meet us has even named us-I am Bruno, and other two are Mark and Tiny. Tiny didn’t like his name but he likes our friend so he lets it go. But just imagine, when he grows up, we would still be calling him ‘Tiny’. Poor Tiny!
(Some) people around are really generous. They provide us with food. Though at times, the food they provide doesn’t go well with my taste buds but I, anyhow, eat it. Mom has taught us to be grateful for whatever we receive. You know mom always eats lesser than three of us. She says she doesn’t want to put on weight but I know that is not the reason. After all, she is our mom. What else do the moms do? They sacrifice. Always.
“He is coming”, screamed Tiny while I and Mark were busy playing in the evening. Oh God! I am in love with my evenings. I ran towards him and tried to reach his face. But he is too tall for me now to reach there. I never give up, though. When I grow up, I hope to reach there; I will also be as tall as him, if not in height then in munificent heart that he holds. He, our friend, really has a generous heart. Today, again, he brought us the milk, and brown cookies. This time a blanket too. See, I told you what a kind soul he is. Nights get too cold here and so from now on we will be warm in nights too when sun doesn’t show up.
But our mom doesn’t like him. She even asks us to stay away from him. We do tell her how kind he is but she just doesn’t listen. So now I have given up on trying to get our friend in her confidence. It is not going to happen, I know.
Today, while our friend was feeding us the food, I saw his mom, for the first time, standing on the main door. She seemed very weak and fragile to me. Her grey hair were tied neatly in a small pony-tail. I don’t really know but she probably was asking our friend to come back.
But our friend loves us so much that he ignored her. He ignored her by saying something which I couldn’t understand but his words had harsh tone to it. I wagged my tail faster, not because I enjoy him ignoring his mother, but because I wanted to know what exactly they were talking about.
It’s been two months now that I have walked down the lane of life and the thought that fascinates me the most is the language of human beings. It’s so different than ours.
But today while I was relishing tasty cookies, I not only saw his mom for the first time but also saw her crying on the doorsteps of her home. I don’t know why that poor lady was crying but what scared me was our friend’s coldness towards her. He simply ignored his crying mother. I stepped back a little; Tiny and Mark were still engrossed into the delicacies brought to us. I ran back to my mom and told her about what I witnessed. It was then that I realized what she meant when she says that our friend isn’t a good guy; that was the last evening when I saw our friend. What mom said will always remain with me.
“While we have our friends to take care of us, these humans ignore their own families and try to shower us with love. It’s just because we cannot speak in his language that he adores us; if we could have been able to converse the way he does, we could have been treated the same way he treated his mother today.”
Maybe my mother is right. Maybe all humans are like this. Maybe they like us only because the way we are created is in accord with their convenience; we cannot tell them when we disagree with them, when we don’t want to talk to them. Maybe humans need to be reminded of how to treat their human friends. Maybe, after this evening, I would never be able to look upon a human the same way I used to before.
P.S. – Being a dog-person, I couldn’t think of any other animal than dog to play the narrator. I don’t know if you have felt it too, the statement- the way a person treats animal does tell about what kind of person he/she is-is highly overrated now.
With this I nowhere meant to say that animals shouldn’t be treated humanely, but somewhere while loving animals we have forgotten to love and care for humans. How do you feel about it? Did I get carried away with my emotions, or does it hold truth?
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