She held a hankie up
to her nose and sneezed. That was the tenth time! Phew! Well, perhaps she
wasn't counting but I was. Sitting next to her in a crowded bus , I braced myself for another one(sneeze).My stop was just 5 minutes away. So there I was , waiting to reach my destination. After a week's wait, despite the
uncomfortable circumstances, I traveled for almost 3-4 hours for this moment.
The moment I realized that it was my stop, I stepped down and
began looking for a address .It was a sunny day, I thought my sunscreen cream wasn't quite doing it's job .I was sweating a lot. Neither did I carry my mint coloured umbrella nor did I have a cap. My backpack was my sole chum
. A small blue piece of paper that I held in my hand was soaking in sweat,
and I had to protect it . An obligation.A fundamental duty.
A few days back, on a sunday morning when I got a call from her , I wrote down the address on this piece of paper. It had become very precious since then.
A few days back, on a sunday morning when I got a call from her , I wrote down the address on this piece of paper. It had become very precious since then.
The scorching heat had parched my throat but there were no
mineral water bottles available in the stores on the chaotic street .Vegetable
hawkers, autos, buses, cows , pan shops were spread across the road. It was almost
like a fair. Was I lost? Digressed ?
I asked couple of locals for directions. The house was
almost 5 km far from the bus stop according to them. I walked as fast as
possible to reach the apartment. It was a peculiar building. A yellow coloured
one. Like the yellow house painting by Van Gogh. I went up to the first floor,
12 numbered flat. I was eager to meet him. The door had certain embellishments
with wooden carvings .I rang the bell. Surprisingly, the door bell was very
familiar. I smirked. The door opened, and there he was standing right in front of me with his bright eyes and
his tongue drooling. I was thrilled to see him. His red-blue collar was so
striking that I was sure it was him. He came running towards me and we hugged.
He jumped, licked me everywhere. My cute little cherub was in my arms after a
week. I was extremely delighted. I thanked the woman who rescued my puppy from
the street and called me up to give this information. For the first few hours when he was lost , I was
disappointed, angry on him but a ray of hope that I would find him was a thought deep down in my heart. I was glad I
put the collar around his neck with my
details on the card , which helped me get him back. I held my cherub and left
for home with a packet of his favourite
biscuits.
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