Flash Post 17!

“Button, here’s a story from one of our pariah friends, Moti. Remember him? Felt like sharing it with you…”

I am Moti. I lived with a family on Carmichael Road who were very kind to me and took good care of me.

One fine day, a staff member beat me for no reason at all. In the process I bit him back so I could flee. I returned a couple of times only to be beaten again and again just like that!

This family later adopted a pedigree and threw me out thinking I would bite the pup. Days passed when I would eye that little monster and long to go back to my rightful home too and play with him. But the gates remained shut and I was considered a nuisance and one who shouldn’t be allowed on the premises!

Since that place I called home was snatched away from me, I had no option but to find a new resting place. I moved to a place occupied earlier by my friend Sadhu for years who is no more but was driven away since my reputation as a “dog who bites all humans” had spread all around!

I have now found a place a little further down the road where the bungalow is shielded by very high walls which are wide enough for me to sit atop and talk to my God up there! He listens to me whenever I want to tell him stuff and all he gives is love. I climb down once in a while to eat some food and drink the water an old family of mine have been giving me for years. When I was house-hunting some time back and this family didn’t see me for a while, they were so concerned! They are wonderful people.

Moti