Home

~ Sushmitha V

Do you have a place called home?

Tuesday dawned bright and sunny. I jumped out of bed, realizing I was an hour late for my fitness class. I ran to my room, took all my clothes, and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower. I guess this was my fastest-ever sprint - unfortunately, it was only from the door to the bathroom! 

"Never mind, good start!" I cheered myself. I stood under the shower, imagining it to be a waterfall, eyes shut. Crystal pure water poured on me. Suddenly, I opened my eyes to hear a weird noise. I stopped my imaginary waterfall. The noise increased in volume.

I tried to identify it, so I leaned against the bathroom door, pressing one ear to it to catch the sound more clearly. It was indistinct - the words weren't clear. It sounded like the whining of a baby- who throws immediate, loud tantrums on leaving his mother just for a few seconds.

I was damn curious to know its origin. So, I gave a permanent pause to my waterfall and gushed out of my room after I got dressed up. I ran down the flight of stairs- bet you this time it was longer than the distance between my room door and the bathroom. Kudos to myself! As I reached my living room, I still heard that strange noise.

Then I decided to go outside, and look out in my garden but in vain. I opened the gate, its creaks sounding like a greeting every time. I gave a superficial glance in the street, on the bushes but found nothing. Yet I heard it again and again and again.

Now that I didn't figure it out, my mind started to think from different angles- maybe it was some baby in the neighbouring house- making excuses for its failure. Genius human brains!

Yes! It is indeed genius!!

I saw something moving in the bushes, now the rustling of leaves accompanied the strange noise. With much reluctance, I pushed away the bushes and saw it - the creature that made those weird noises. I gently lifted the small, four-legged cute puppy- its baby eyes filled with tears. Much of the anxiety was painted on his small face. Definitely, this little fellow was making such creepy noises, I decided.

He was adorable to the core. I thought maybe some stone-hearted fellow had dropped him here, alone in the bush after separating him from his mom. I marveled at his small features—his tiny ears, little black nose, small eyes, and petite paws—all magnificently tiny.



By this time, the warmth of my hands had soothed him, and he stopped whining.

I wanted to ask him, “Do you have a place called home?”

But the poor fella wouldn't be able to answer me, God hadn't gifted him with that sense. My mind tempted me to have him - I wanted him more for I had no one with me. We had similarities. 

So, I said, looking at his beautiful eyes, “Now that you are here, this is your home. I have you, you have me. Let's have each other, forever…"

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