It was a cheerful morning… when sun was on time and sky looked only blue! Such mornings instantly got me up before my alarm rung. As usual, after a morning jog and ready-to-eat rotis I pressed my 1 month old Arrow shirt that nearly matched my skin color. With a big smile I waved at the deaf walls of the living room as the door closed by.
20seconds and 10 floors deeper, I walked past the water fall at the entrance of the apartment. Someone had opened the gate and I stepped out briskly without noticing this unusual scene. A dog was all alone outside the gate…
It wasn’t a stray dog and looked rather beautiful to be homeless. As I turned back, my 20th smile for the morning had flashed! Such a cute doggy, I thought and was hurrying towards the bus-stop. But I wasn’t alone as the dog started taking my path and as I reached the bus-stop, it stood beside me. Everyone was almost staring as if I had brought my pet without tying it. But it wasn’t my dog, why had it come along with me!? Did I know her…!? She was the same Pomeranian… a huge resemblance!
Two years ago on the same day in a different country, Roxy fell sick on a similar morning and I had no time to take her for treatment. After few hours while I was still at work, I got a call from home… ‘Roxy is no more’ told my mother. And I almost cursed her for breaking such a bad news, but being the culprit I sunk in at the pantry all alone! Without tears I cried for the whole evening at the pantry and as I got another call asking me to come home soon, I refused to see my Roxy buried and decided not to go at all… ‘I don’t want to see her’ I whispered on phone.
It was almost 10 in the night when I dared to go upstairs where Roxy dwelled for the past 9years and the terrace looked empty without even the sound of her breath or the cheer of her run! There was only one sound… weeping of my self!
Today on the 31st July, she had come back thousands of miles to remind me. I instantly felt like taking her in my arms and my bus had come to pick me. With tears, I boarded and until the last glimpse I saw her seeing me… are you Roxy I asked!
Sometimes your questions are unanswered and that’s the wisest reply he chooses… I wish there were times for confessions too!
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