For whom the bell tolls?
Well, the bell tolls for us all, but there are only a few who find music in it. Distinctively different from the hoard of humanity, people like Pratima Devi, Sardar ji and Hanuman belong to this rare species.
In a profession which makes him see death too close for comfort (searching cadaver at the bottom of the Naini lake) Hanuman strums all the right notes to the melody that life can be. His family extends to the gentle giant Roxy, amiable Beti who knows how to shake hands, the friendly Chutki and the oldest of the pack aptly named Amma.
See also: I am a dog in Nainital
As he sees the sun sink into the green waters of the lake, the wisdom of silver beard lets conversation stir the dusk. Like a fable underlining the paradoxes that we live in; skirted by the canine quartet, sapience drips Hanuman’s words, ‘आदमी जेब से प्यार करता है, जानवर दिल से ‘.
As our little tea party of glucose biscuits and tea matured, the Mall road abuzz with tourists again. They didn’t see me. I didn’t see them.
The world is quiet here and yet it is not that hard to know for whom the bell tolls…
Can somebody provide contact number for this man.. or address
He has asked for it to remain confidential. A proud man that he is, he accepts no aid. He can be seen at Tallital boat stand in Nainital.
what a heartwarming tale amidst all the depressing stories i keep reading!!
Thanks to kind man like Hanuman, hope floats!
Thank You for bringing such beautiful people and their stories 🙂 <3
Pleasure is all mine, thanks for liking tales which oft lend on zilch ears.
There are indeed many furry friends whom you can find in streets of Delhi…with different stories each….one in sarita vihar S block market who is student’s favorite..momo lover…no one to abuse her there…one with a same story as Hanuman can be seen by Moolchand metro station…he and is furry friend often are seen having biscuits together…if possible i’ll get their pics…:)
Oh, the memories! Last year, I had visited Nainital and like always, anywhere I go, I manage to befriend the dogs. Spent two lovely days making friends with the few strays there, feeding them biscuits and milk. But we part, as the heartbreaking custom. You’ve brought back the memories. What a lovely human, the man in your story.