I am not the proud owner of a Pug or a Doberman or a dachshund . Yet, I also felt like being the owner of the little stray pup one finds in the side lanes of many a street. I caught it by its neck and dragged it to a place near the entrance of a high rise building. The inmates of these apartments considered it a luxury to take their leashed faithful for a walk outside the sacred premises they stay in.These dogs pee in the open and the owners do not care as they believe in natural conservation of the soil. The morning routine done they get back into their cubicles with a repeat performance in the evenings. The owners have tensed facial muscles as their grip is on the leash. What a life to live for having a pet.
A young boy watches all this everyday as he has nothing much to do. He has all the time in the world. No one to wait for him at home with hot food , or someone to say some loving words or the luxury to lie down sprawled in front of a TV. A tiny place where four people stay and who find it hard to meet all ends.
Since it was difficult to buy a dog leash of the choicest brand, he settled for the jute rope lying near the construction site. He pulled the pup with all his might to put a collar and take it for a walk like his posh neighbors do. He pulled, pushed to no avail, finally he scooped little doggie up in his arms and walked majestically as if he was the owner of some good breed.
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