I am a doggo in Jageshwar

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I am Duggu, a doggo in Jageshwar.

Numbers, I am too naive to understand, but I’ve heard that some three hundred thirty million gods reside amid these pristine cedars. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Some pilgrims shoo me away as if I’m the devil incarnate, while others welcome me with endearing smiles. In this temple complex of million gods, I see my gods daily. ⠀⠀⠀

And when I do, I climb uphill to the vagrant clouds or run amok down by the river stream. The happiness in me bursts through every pore of my furry skin, and when I lay a spent force by the blades of grass, my dreams too are of you.

Tell me, is there a happiness like mine?


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I am a doggo in Gurugram…

Gurugram dog
I don’t care too much for money. Money can’t buy me, love.⠀⠀⠀

I am a doggo in Gurugram. (No, not Instagram)

I have seen up close the dog days of summer, the whiplash of monsoon, the October heat, and the cold unforgiving winters.

All by this ATM door. There I am and I see the world.

Dogs like me are just displaced. From the time, place and perhaps the fabric of this very planet itself.

There are questions I ponder upon as I see people come and queue and leave ― Where do you call home? Do you ever think about Laika?

Maybe all that I am is another Gurugram dog short of a rash driver’s misadventure. But then aren’t we all?

Now, weave me a fable. Would you?


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