The world as the dog sees it.

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Letter from the pup

I am a Puppy, and I am a creature with feelings and drives much like your own, but yet also very different. Although I am NOT a human in a dog suit, neither am I an unfeeling robot who can instantly obey your every whim. I truly DO want to please you, and be a part of your family, and your life. You got me (I hope) because you want a loving partner and companion, so do not relegate me to the backyard when I get bigger, do not judge me harshly but instead mold me with gentleness and guidelines and training into the kind of family member you want me to be.

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Syllables of silence…

Syllables of silence…

This is the rambling of an almost forgotten dog, forgotten to self, forgotten to cats, to other dogs, and to the world. And he waits — thinking and scribbling, and thinking and scribbling for precisely nothing. And his wait — tragic in fate, existence and essence, mocks him.

“But I don’t“, he said, “want a place of my own in this city of blinding lights; I don’t yearn for rooting myself in the urban Diaspora.”

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Love s labor lost

Love’s labor lost…

And who knows for sure if salvation lies in recluse or lurks in love. For when you get too close to a person, the intimacy fades out the world.
I must confess I have never been a fan of ‘Valentines Day’. Earmarking a solitary day in the calendar for the most passionate emotion in the universe confirms that dollar has forayed into the cupid’s domain. Some of the most endearing tales I have known have had love as a perennial plot.

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Memories of my first pet of inkblots Rusty

Memories of my first pet…of inkblots & Rusty

It has been 13 years since Rusty, named after celebrated writer Ruskin Bond, marked her way into my life and with the very first ink pot that she spilled over the ruled notebook, she had me inked forever. Little had I known that the blots would seep through from my childhood to youth along with chords struck and comic books collected. Rusty has earmarked nearly every episode from my memory. The crests and troughs─ the jejune crushes, the fear of organic chemistry, the heights of jovial times and the ignominy of loss; she has been everywhere with me.

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