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Sorry Snowy, ! Love You



One may never know why they are fond of few things…these things, or rather, I will extend it to people, appeal to you in a way that you have no reason. Nor you have a reason behind why you let go of them…sometimes unwillingly, sometimes, badly, and sometimes out of some stroke of destiny.


This story of my life is about someone very dear to me, how I lost him, how it re appeared and how then I let go of it…and nothing happened of my own will or cognizance…
Snowy :) The cute pup born in the drain was one of the four-Ronny(the most shararati) Snowy(the nice laid back one), princess (the beautiful) and the forth that was taken by fishermen b4 it could be named.
How and in what circumstances they were fnd is also worth narrating. Before them, we loved the twin black pups in Annexe night canteen. One day, the municipal guys suddenly took them off from there, on student’s complain. Huh..how can they be termed nuisance??

Then they came in our life, born in a dry drain in front of the Basketball court, we found them. Cuddled and huddled together, they would not come out. We saw them 2-3 days after they were born. So young that we had to grind the biscuit to feed them. Such lovely kids!
And they grew in front of us. I have seen each and every thing pertaining to how they grew…what is their expressin when they are scared, disinterested, playful, hungry, nature call….
Then the fisherman that stay on other side of campus took one of them. We visited it and saw that he was happy there..so we let that be.
I remember the first time we took snowy and ronny in my friend’s room, ronny comfortably found his space on bean bag and snowy fell asleep on floor soon. Ronny, true to his nature, made such a mess that we left him back to the drain while snowy was asleep. When snowy got up, he innocently looked everywhere in the room, at least thousand times on bean bag, but to no use. Then he started whining. Sweet kid! I loved him the most since then.

And then it happened. We had a 2-day long marketing research event in city. We left early in the morning. When I came back, they were gone. A day passed, and more, and more…only ronny was there. Snowy and princess left, or taken..i don’t know. We looked around campus, over and over again. But they were gone. There was nothing I could have done. Only ronny left…We had exams coming up so I got engrossed in them.

..And then again!
Done with slogging, I got up to go for dinner. Opened my door…guess what? Snowy peeped in from the bottom of my curtain, walked in and simply slept in front of the almirah. A scared puppy stood outside…looked like princess but things had indeed change over 20 days. I have no clue how to write what I felt-spooky, elated, dumb stuck-what not. The most weird part is that my room is on the far end of corridor on 2rd floor of hostel, and I had never brought either of them in my room. Then how did that happen? They followed someone and came here, or some divine intervention…I dunno.

As for princess, well, she caught some bad skin disease. No longer the most beautiful…infact she was in the last stage of disease.. Few more days passed. People didn’t want princess to hang around…and we too were worried as snowy seemed to be catching it, since he started scratching all day….we bathed him but they were best of friends, and were always curled up. So the task was to separate them. Princess, meanwhile was hated by all. She got so scared sine people kicked her all the time, that we had tough time calling her to us. We made a long biscuit trail and led her all the way to other side of campus, hoping that she can stay there in peace. But dogs are dogs, next day she was back!

And finally I did it. As much as I recall, the first time I can say I truly act out of brains or wits. Mati maari jana’ I lived this idiom. I came down from room and guard told me how we need to take away princess and snowy since both are infected. It was so difficult to call princess to us as she was scared that out of somewhere, it stuck us that we can drop snowy away from princess to save him from infection. HATE MYSELF! I din’t consider that I won’t see it ever again…we went to campus gate and left snowy there, he came back to us. We left him on a high bench, he jumped down and came back to us. We went out of campus and left him, he still came back to us. I was hell bent at letting go of him…….so we spotted two kids on cycle. Brainwave… asked them to take snowy a little far off so he can’t walk back.
Till date that scene is still in front of my eyes… Snowy cutely sat on the carrier of cycle. He was tightly clutching it. And off he went, with that kid riding him on his back.

That was last I saw him.
How I couldn’t later understand why I did that. Why I left him? He kept on coming back to us wherever we left him, God knows where was my sensitivity. We looked for him everywhere. We went till far-far around the campus. Looked for those kids to ask where they left him…No use.

I can’t forgive myself to let go off him. I imagine him and all I can recall is this:
He walks in my room after being untraceable for 20 days. We leave him at so many places and he comes back to us. He is on the back of cycle and going away…

I don’t know what to make of this except that when I really wanted it, it was literally sent to me from somewhere… and I let go of it, with my own hands.

Sorry Snowy, Hope you are happy and healthy.

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