I am a dog in Gurgaon.
This is where the sun shines and seasons shuffle but a doggo in a different part of the world would say the same for his land.
I have forgotten much about it but I wasn’t always a stray. I once had a home here. I was picked up from somewhere here and my lady often quipped that she fell in love with me for I could love the broken her. It is a different story altogether that she left me the day she realized I came with my brokenness too (read: mixed-breed).
My days’ sweep by waiting for the nights and my nights yearn for the days’. Everything and everyone seems to move pretty fast here, the cars, the metro, the people… while I lay in stillness.