There is something about the rains and the pensive mood it brings along. For city dwellers monsoon brings in a bag of mixed emotions. While escape from the heat is a privilege, clogged drainage, traffic blocks and a consequential flood are the fears every city dweller co-exist with. So it was natural that Sally couldn’t sleep peacefully that night. It had been raining incessantly for the past 4 hours.
It’s
3 AM and there is still time for the world to wake up and function in panic
like every day.
“Should
I go out and check out the water tank outside?
Her
greatest fear of drainage seeping into her water tank due to over flooding
didn’t let her doze off. She wanted to go out and inspect, but it was dark
outside and cold too.
“Let
me wait till morning”, she consoled herself with a deep sigh, looking at the
bible kept on the bedside table.
The
faint smell of ayurvedic oils continued to waft in her little room as she
switched the lights off to sleep. Insomnia has been her soul mate for quite some
time. Just like life, she has accepted it without any complaints.
‘The
curtains need dusting, maybe a good wash’. She chalked out her itinerary for
the next day as she gazed on to the windows in the dim light. Everything in
that house had a story to tell. Even those curtains had one, maybe many.
She
didn’t realize it was 7 in the morning. Rarely has it happened so before. She
has never slept for 4 hours at a stretch for years, and she could sense the
freshness on her face.
“Praise
the lord”!
She
muttered.
Sally
quickly rushed from her bedroom to the kitchen to pick the food waste bin. It
usually needs to be placed in front of the house for the municipality waste
collectors every day. Come rain or shine, she sees them every day at 7.15 AM
without fail. Probably a ritual for all the housewives in the neighborhood.
While
walking back from the front yard something caught her eye. A rustling noise
followed. She felt like something was wriggling through her porch. Maybe …. She
paused her thoughts.
One
needs to careful during monsoons, the wet and slurry surrounding can be
breeding grounds for reptiles. She went closer to the parked car in the porch
and looked around hesitantly.
She couldn’t find anything strange at first.
But her instinct told her walk further. She went closer to the backside of the car parked and slowly pulled out the sheets lying below.
A pup
it was.
She
stared at the unexpected guest in her yard. It eagerly looked up to her and
wagged its little tail.
Sally
hates dog, ever since she remembers. As a kid, she stayed away from them even
when her school mates fancied to own one. Not that she is scared of it or being
chased in the past, dogs never seemed to be in her good books for some reasons.
The
little one but had no clue of Sally’s feelings for the species, it stood up and
trotted closer to her with affection.
She
stood clueless with her left hand on the hip as he leaned onto the pillar near
the car.
Thoughts
began ruminating in Sally’s mind and heart in loops.
She
could not shoo the little one out from her compound. Nor could bear the future
of adopting it.
“Oh
lord, what do I do now?”
She
clasped the rosary from the front pocket of her gown and went inside the house
in despair.
The
little one began to bawl, as Sally went out if its sight.
“It
will go on its own, just how it came”, she pacified herself.
Sally
began rummaging through the kitchen cupboard and took a meter long towel out. “This would keep it comfortable in this cold
climate” she blurted to herself.
The
microwave in her kitchen beeped. Sally confirmed the temperature of the warm
milk inside before pouring out a portion of it to a wider steel cup.
She
placed it both on a tray and took it along. She paused on her way in front of
the Jesus' photograph on the wall. She offered a brief prayer before opening the
main door.
It
was still raining outside. Luckily water hasn’t clogged this time and her tank
also seemed safe. God has been kind. She put on her slippers and walked towards
the porch to meet her guest.
She
removed the sheets carefully beneath the car trying not to scare the little one
by any chance. But to Sally’s surprise, it wasn’t there. The pup was missing
from where she last saw it just 20 minutes ago. She began searching around all
the possible hideouts. Backyard, staircase area, slabs, garden. Possibly
everywhere. But in vain.
A
good 30 minutes went by now and there was no sign of the pup. She picked the newspaper lying on the floor and
trotted towards the veranda in despair.
Woof!
Woof!
She
heard that again. Sally quickly turned around out to catch the sound. An
overflowing gush of hope was evident on her face. She left the tray on the
chair and opened the gate scurrying towards the main road without even an
umbrella. The 50 feet paved pathway from her house seemed miles longer.
She
reached the side of the intersecting road with passing vehicles blocking her
view. Rains gained momentum making it harder to catch up any gentle sound.
Where
is it? She asked herself straining her eyes through her wet spectacles.
Woof!
She
turned around swiftly and looked across the road. And there it was.
The
pup and its mother were playing gleefully.
Happily Reunited.
"Praise the lord". Sally prayed as she took off her glasses to clean the moisture caught in the rain.
She could see
clearly all over again...