Start from the beginning – Part 1
On one of the evening, while I was coming back from the market, I saw three of the pups near their usual place but the brown one was missing. A little worried I started looking around for it. After a few moments of searching, I saw it on the other side of the road. Feeling relieved, I started walking towards it. I had taken only a couple of steps towards it when the pup also saw me. Instantly, it started running towards me. Then it happened in a flash -a loud sound of a horn honking, an SUV speeding up towards the pup, I shouting in vain for it to stop. By the time I realized what had happened, that SUV had run over the pup. My eyes were shut tightly in fear. I felt my heart beating faster against my chest.
I sat down, too afraid to open my eyes, too scared to face the reality. Suddenly, a flash of anger ran inside my body and I felt a strong urge to run towards that car. It was then that I felt a soft touch on my feet. I opened my eyes to see that pup, looking at me, with a confused look on its face. Maybe it thought something had happened to me. I laughed with joy picking it up with my both hands. Apparently, the SUV had passed right over the pup without even touching it.
“You lucky dog,” I cried feeling relieved to see him. “Don’t you ever do this again. Lucky, yes that’s what I would call you now. Lucky.” I christened him joyously.
Weeks passed by and spending time with these pups became a habit for me. Daily, I would go downstairs to feed them in the morning, play with them in the evenings, and come to bed only after ensuring that they were inside in their shelter, fast asleep. Lucky was my favorite, and I guess I was his favorite too. It had outgrown every other pup in size. Just hearing my footsteps it used to jump out of its shelter. It used to ensure that I play with it more than the others. Its energy was infectious. The more I spent time with it, the more I fell in love with it.
One night, I returned home late after a party, at around one in the night. My friends Ashish and Varun dropped me at my house. As I came out of the car, I asked Ashish to not allow Varun to drive as he was heavily drunk. While entering the house, I tiptoed lest I disturb anybody. Just when I was about to climb the stairs I heard a slight whimper. I turned and found Lucky standing there looking at me. It was waiting for me to return. I was surprised. I was happy.
“Lucky, you sweet little thing”, I said softly as I sat down on my knees.
It ran towards me and hugged my legs. Maybe it was because I was a little drunk or maybe Lucky’s little act really touched my heart, I felt a tear dropped out of my eye. I hugged the pup and then took it down to its shelter before I went upstairs.
A little hungover, I woke up late the next morning. I heard a noise outside, somebody talking. It was my mother. She was talking to the neighbor downstairs. Trying to sleep I sunk deeper into the bed and covered my face with a pillow. Some of the words still filtered through the layers and I heard vague words and sounds.
“…it happened in morning.. that would hurt.. people drive rashly these days…it was really unlucky….”
I sprung up and sat bolt upright. I remembered that my friend, Varun, last night, was insisting on driving the car. I immediately called him, but he didn’t pick up the phone. I started panicking. Scared, I rang him again and again. After trying three to four times, I called up Ashish. He picked up after the third ring.
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