it was winters.one sunny morning i saw a little puppu in garden opposite of the house opposite to mine.he was small,sweet brown in colour.brown was his colour black were his eyes.innoncent was his face and forehead was white.
with his small paws he eas playing with the overgrown grass.the height of the weed was uptill his nose and he was tossing and turning to avoid weed getting in his nose.he was a stray dog and had managed to pass in b\w the bars of the gate.my wife called me i went inside.
when i eas bck wih my cup of tea i saw the little girl linda playing with the puppy.she had a hand stretched towards him probably teaching him to shake hands.i took another sip of my tea.
now i saw her running ahead and our little1 trying to catch her.she dogged him every time and gave her a woof!
i saw linda's mom coming she was calling her for her bath.i had never seen linda argue over anything so she did not even now.
she picked her little friend.kissed her on hi forehead and stretched her hand again he replied this time.
i saw him running into the street he belonged to.not once did he try to go back to linda or try to pass the gates again.may be he knew that his garden,linda were the blessed moments of his life.the bonous life gave him.but he has to live where he belongs ti.the streets.
rather than cribbing and crying for the lost moments we can smile by remembring them and move ahead to get some more blessed moments
