She was slim , she was black, she made most amazing noise, she always accompanied me on my rides, rather I could not go without her. She loved running around the beach, she loved mounatins, she loved roads , she loved kuccha sadak, she just wanted to be on a move. I never took care of her but she never complained. She loved it when i would take her to Vishakha Valley road with no lights on on no moon's day. She would wait for me till my shift was over at around 3 at night and would come home happily with me. Though she was averse to rain as she would sneeze and not move but she loved just being with me. It was one rainy morning when she and I decided to hit roads. We did not plan where would we go. We just hit road. It must be around 4 o clock when we started.We were going towards national highway. The clouds could be felt but were not seen as sun was yet to rise. All across the road we could see newspaperwala collecting papers or Vishaka Dairy vans. Dogs chased us but she was ...
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ReplyDeleteGood one. But have I herd this earlier too somewhere.
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