In the greens of the placid hill slopes, I live amid coffee plantation and pepper vines.
Markets of Madikeri to offroad escapades, my days often see SUVs which lay to waste much of the little things I care for.
Some nights on secluded homestay(s) I come across an occasional dreamer under the canopy of the trees. Joining stars with finger swipes. Just when I assume that they’ve got the worldly noise faded out, perhaps the only semblance of meditation I could understand, their phone vibrates… As they put the phone back in the pocket and look up, the stars don’t seem that bright. The luminescence is lost to their smartphone screens.
Moments are so easily lost.
I live a life too wild to be domesticated but my cousins in Bangalore are looking for a home, know of one?
My collar reads Aries, ‘the god of war’, however, if I could I’d choose Eros.Greek god of love and attraction. Now that’s a name befitting a dog.
Life and times of the Vatican city dog
I live a rather sedentary life in this great city that’s Roma (Vatican city too!). In bells and chimes, pebbled roads and long leisurely walks, I find my zen.
My human is a policeman but I am no police dog. Although The Pope once told me that I am a doggo destined for greatness (aren’t all dogs?)
Take my friend Frida, for instance, she has saved 53 humans in her lifetime!
I once devoured a book… was it by John Gardner or Dostoyevsky I can’t really tell. I remember what it read though, ‘There are only two possible stories: a man goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town.’