The circle
25-05-2014
19:17
As I climbed the stairs to my refuge on the terrace, it did not immediately occur to me that this quick run to acquiesce one of Carey's whims would actually be the last time I'm climbing these steps. I heaved a sigh and looked at my old companion. This is it, dog. The next time I'm here, we'll be at a new place. I took in the smell of the light breeze as it brought the green fields to my nostrils and gazed at the sunset scene I'd started depending on for creative fuel. Well, might as well seal it with one last game of fetch with the dog, I mused and sure enough, Carey ran to get in position. So I flung the ball and she ran. And fell. Now, our old girl has been limping off late, the hip is troubling her and I could see the fall had got her right at the weak spot. I rushed to her as she tried to get up. She couldn't put her foot down and was looking at me helplessly. Oh, but she had got the ball. The thing with my lady is, she's a tenacious fighter. Just when you think she's going down, she'd be back up with a punch. And sure enough, as the pain subsided, she put her foot down, walked a bit and got into position again.
So, you see, the house is indeed getting too old for us now. To a new place and more adventures.
Au revoir.
Sent from my Windows Phone
25-05-2014
19:17
As I climbed the stairs to my refuge on the terrace, it did not immediately occur to me that this quick run to acquiesce one of Carey's whims would actually be the last time I'm climbing these steps. I heaved a sigh and looked at my old companion. This is it, dog. The next time I'm here, we'll be at a new place. I took in the smell of the light breeze as it brought the green fields to my nostrils and gazed at the sunset scene I'd started depending on for creative fuel. Well, might as well seal it with one last game of fetch with the dog, I mused and sure enough, Carey ran to get in position. So I flung the ball and she ran. And fell. Now, our old girl has been limping off late, the hip is troubling her and I could see the fall had got her right at the weak spot. I rushed to her as she tried to get up. She couldn't put her foot down and was looking at me helplessly. Oh, but she had got the ball. The thing with my lady is, she's a tenacious fighter. Just when you think she's going down, she'd be back up with a punch. And sure enough, as the pain subsided, she put her foot down, walked a bit and got into position again.
So, you see, the house is indeed getting too old for us now. To a new place and more adventures.
Au revoir.
Sent from my Windows Phone
Is this autobiographical?
ReplyDeleteI really liked this little piece. It touched me.
Yes, it is autobiographical. Carey is my nine year old GSD. You'll find more about her, here: http://medhakapoor.blogspot.in/2010/07/every-dog-has-its-dayfor-minethats.html
DeleteGlad you liked it :)
It is very very nice,may be its time you write a book or something :)
ReplyDeleteWow, thanks, Ankita! The book will come when I have a story to tell and the wisdom to present it the right way. :)
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ReplyDeleteLiked the way you nonchalantly rhapsodized on what otherwise seems a nondescript affair. Kudos. :)
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Thank you so much Tushar :)
DeleteWriting emotion without using the usual sentimental words - rare talent, Medha!
ReplyDeleteWell! If you say so :) I'm flattered.
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ReplyDeleteAnother gem of a blog!.though it seems to be written in a nutshell still manages to generate the reader's interest. I guess we work for the same company..just a guess! but if it is so then i am really tempted to say: civil engr+ writer= a deadly combo ;)
ReplyDeleteMay 28, 2014 at 9:50 PM
Oh, yes, it seems we do belong to the same workplace. :)
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