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A life too short !

Some days are ominous and despite my pep-me ups and Bhaskar's goading I just go back to the theory of  "opoyoa" !!!

Bhaskar kept telling me about a single pup that became  a plaything among the group of strays that are a part of our street. A single stray pup is strange - cos usually there is a litter. Bhaskar would tell me how playful that pup is and how frisky it is . I happened to chance upon it for the first time last night on my way back- and even at 11.00 clock it was surrounded by it's surrogate family and kept playing with the mom which kind of bit it lovingly. I clicked a few pics with the mobile  camera whose battery was on it's way out - promising myself to be back for more.

Baba of late is not well and nights are tedious with him being restless and delirious. I woke up to a morning that had the care giver complain and crib about Baba troubling her. Not an easy day and not an easy night and I just went to the balcony to tell my driver that I shall start late for work. I was wallowing in my own sorrow till I saw the little pup lying dead on the middle of the road !

And I have only a handful of blurred shots as memory ! God's way of reminding me of life coming with an expiry date.... And another hit and run case no one will ever report !

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