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He doesn't speak much to me , nor do I either . We are just companions in the transit.I guess its in this way, He knows all the ways and paths but has no destination, I know my destination but have the least idea about how to reach there .Hence we compliment each other well.
I first met Jack on the very first night I eloped my house. I was on a wait for an opportunity since long, and that night they had been careless enough to leave the window open. At the stroke of the midnight I jumped over the window, passed quietly across the snoring watchman and then was out of the house determined not to return back ever. I had probably walked for about an hour under the orange sulphur light when I met those thugs, you know the ones who roam about in the streets doing nothing more productive than fighting and troubling innocent chaps who accidentally intrude their territory, yes, those ones. They were about to attack me, all four of them when suddenly from no where came Jack and instantly threw a few stones towards them, making them run for their life. HAHA !! and then he looked at me just like my mistress did .
MY MISTRESS !!! did I tell you about her ? Ah!
As far as my merories go , I remember when I was a little fellow with a small little tail and used to live with a man and a few more others like me when I saw her approaching us with a lovely smile and a pair of compassionate eyes . She soflty picked me up In her delicate hands and cuddled me, rest all I know is that since then I was always with her. We loved each other . She adored me, I revered her. Never did I ever spend a little time with out her bieng arround. I have seen her cry and laugh like a child . I have seen her cook endlessly when her children came to visit her . She has seen me grow up from a little puppy to a grown up adult. She has seen me run in delight to fetch a ball and chase butterflies . she has seen me in pain when ill.We have been to mountains, from mountains to soft sand beaches. We have been every where. Together.
But last year she went missing, that too all of a sudden. She went some where without taking me along even when I said not to. Then her children came and brought me along here in this city forcefuly. They didn't listen to me at all when I said I wanted to wait till mistress comes back. " She will be back " I said,"lets wait a little". They didn't listen to any of my pleas!
So since then I and Jack have been together. You know Jack doesn't speak any thing. nor do I! . OK, it was a bad joke! But still, Jack doesn't speak any thing at all. Yep, he is mute. Wondering how did I know his name then ? well, Thats not his name, but he wears the same tee with 'JACK' written over it every day. So I call him Jack, just like my mistress did when I had a collar with name ' NERO ' written over it. Now its gone so no one calls me anything. You know you humans are so addicted of reasoning that you doubt every thing untill and unless backed by a reason. You have reduced your heart to function just as a blood pumping organ, you are alone even In a big city ,where so many of you live together. You don't have the courage to live with the one you love, you don't even care about your loved ones. You have got no room for emotions and hence probably that's why you call us 'dogs' because for being ' homo sapiens' , you got to use more of your brains ,and be more 'practical' isn't it ?He an I met as strangers in the night , yet we are a family.
I guess I strayed away from my topic, nevertheless, I live with Jack. He doesn't have a family and lives with other children on the street and I too. I have also made friends with the other dogs .We manage to have a meal per day. Still I like being with him for he is just like my mistress I am still searching. I miss her often. We live under the stars and it sometimes get a little cold . Often he hugs me and sleeps to get my warmth and this helps me to feel like my mistress is around. He is doing that right now too.
You know It feels nice to talk about the old days sometimes. I used to go every day.........Wait ! ..."Jack , Jack get up !!! Get up jack ! I can sense something very wrong! just like I did when my mistress went and never came back!!Gosh I can see a car coming from far , quick ,quick Jack mmove away from that place , Oh come on on get upppp!!!!!"
"Ah! what happned ! Jack are you allright ? my dear Jack you are ok na ? I can see I am bleeding. I can see you soaked in my blood and holding me just like my mistress did . I am missing her right now, more than I ever did. Jack dont cry. I am happy that you are safe. I am in extream pain , but then I can hear her voice calling me bleakly."
I always knew , Jack alone could lead me to my old mistress . You see her children said she has gone to God in a little haste , but never before did she leave me behind alone. I think she did it by mistake this time, but I couldn't let her go wrong. I had to be where she was . If she had gone to visit God,I need to go to his house too, behind her .
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I first met Jack on the very first night I eloped my house. I was on a wait for an opportunity since long, and that night they had been careless enough to leave the window open. At the stroke of the midnight I jumped over the window, passed quietly across the snoring watchman and then was out of the house determined not to return back ever. I had probably walked for about an hour under the orange sulphur light when I met those thugs, you know the ones who roam about in the streets doing nothing more productive than fighting and troubling innocent chaps who accidentally intrude their territory, yes, those ones. They were about to attack me, all four of them when suddenly from no where came Jack and instantly threw a few stones towards them, making them run for their life. HAHA !! and then he looked at me just like my mistress did .
MY MISTRESS !!! did I tell you about her ? Ah!
As far as my merories go , I remember when I was a little fellow with a small little tail and used to live with a man and a few more others like me when I saw her approaching us with a lovely smile and a pair of compassionate eyes . She soflty picked me up In her delicate hands and cuddled me, rest all I know is that since then I was always with her. We loved each other . She adored me, I revered her. Never did I ever spend a little time with out her bieng arround. I have seen her cry and laugh like a child . I have seen her cook endlessly when her children came to visit her . She has seen me grow up from a little puppy to a grown up adult. She has seen me run in delight to fetch a ball and chase butterflies . she has seen me in pain when ill.We have been to mountains, from mountains to soft sand beaches. We have been every where. Together.
But last year she went missing, that too all of a sudden. She went some where without taking me along even when I said not to. Then her children came and brought me along here in this city forcefuly. They didn't listen to me at all when I said I wanted to wait till mistress comes back. " She will be back " I said,"lets wait a little". They didn't listen to any of my pleas!
So since then I and Jack have been together. You know Jack doesn't speak any thing. nor do I! . OK, it was a bad joke! But still, Jack doesn't speak any thing at all. Yep, he is mute. Wondering how did I know his name then ? well, Thats not his name, but he wears the same tee with 'JACK' written over it every day. So I call him Jack, just like my mistress did when I had a collar with name ' NERO ' written over it. Now its gone so no one calls me anything. You know you humans are so addicted of reasoning that you doubt every thing untill and unless backed by a reason. You have reduced your heart to function just as a blood pumping organ, you are alone even In a big city ,where so many of you live together. You don't have the courage to live with the one you love, you don't even care about your loved ones. You have got no room for emotions and hence probably that's why you call us 'dogs' because for being ' homo sapiens' , you got to use more of your brains ,and be more 'practical' isn't it ?He an I met as strangers in the night , yet we are a family.
I guess I strayed away from my topic, nevertheless, I live with Jack. He doesn't have a family and lives with other children on the street and I too. I have also made friends with the other dogs .We manage to have a meal per day. Still I like being with him for he is just like my mistress I am still searching. I miss her often. We live under the stars and it sometimes get a little cold . Often he hugs me and sleeps to get my warmth and this helps me to feel like my mistress is around. He is doing that right now too.
You know It feels nice to talk about the old days sometimes. I used to go every day.........Wait ! ..."Jack , Jack get up !!! Get up jack ! I can sense something very wrong! just like I did when my mistress went and never came back!!Gosh I can see a car coming from far , quick ,quick Jack mmove away from that place , Oh come on on get upppp!!!!!"
A little far from that place a man witnesses a dog trying to wake up a little boy of about 10, sleeping on the footpath . Just as he wakes up a car comes smashing toward them . The boy is saved , but the dog is hit by the car.
"Ah! what happned ! Jack are you allright ? my dear Jack you are ok na ? I can see I am bleeding. I can see you soaked in my blood and holding me just like my mistress did . I am missing her right now, more than I ever did. Jack dont cry. I am happy that you are safe. I am in extream pain , but then I can hear her voice calling me bleakly."
I always knew , Jack alone could lead me to my old mistress . You see her children said she has gone to God in a little haste , but never before did she leave me behind alone. I think she did it by mistake this time, but I couldn't let her go wrong. I had to be where she was . If she had gone to visit God,I need to go to his house too, behind her .
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