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).
The best dog for an Indian home
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.
The elections are over and the fanfare would move on to the next big thing. And I still wait. Maybe I always will. We dogs are built differently; even mutts like me.