She was my good friend's little darling. A small bundle of joy, she seemed not to have a single tear in her. It was a pleasure seeing her high spirits as she played about in their garden. Although she didn't speak much, she was extremely affectionate. When she wanted to show you how much she cared, she threw herself on you, showering kisses. Of course, she did get into mischief occasionally, as little girls are wont to do. But her family always forgave her. How could they not? Not surprisingly, her amiable nature won her many friends. Since I was a regular visitor to her home, I too soon became her friend. I always made it a point to spend time with her, and she returned the hug I gave her with a gentle kiss on my cheek. One night, her mother called me. Her voice heavy with worry, she told me her little girl had gone missing. I asked a hundred questions and felt a rising sense of disquiet as I listened to the unhappy tale. There was a big, bad world out there. What would become of a poor, defenceless little girl, who had always led a sheltered life? Her family was determined to get her back. Fervent prayers and offerings were made to benevolent gods. At an earthly level, search parties fanned out in all directions. They roamed the dirty little streets where she had last been seen, searching, hoping, calling out her name till they were hoarse. They questioned everyone who might have seen her. They promised rewards to anyone who could give clues to her whereabouts. A couple of nights passed. There was no sign of her. My friend could not sleep at night. Where was she? What was she eating? Where was she sleeping? How she must miss her little checked blanket that she so loved to snuggle into! A week passed. The situation was beginning to look bleak. And then, one night, 10 days after she had gone missing, my friend called me up. Her voice was full of relief. Their prayers had been answered! Her little girl had been found! She came home the next day, much thinner and subdued. But a visit to the doctor revealed that, astonishingly, she was none the worse for her adventure. Her family celebrated her return. Sweets were distributed. I visited her a few days after. She listened attentively as I spoke, and then graciously accepted the little treat I had brought her. After she finished eating, I hugged her as usual. She gave me the customary kiss. Then I held out my hand. She immediately put her little brown-and-black paw in it, and wagged her black tail furiously. Her liquid brown eyes were full of smiles. Santhini Govindan now understands both the joys and sorrows of being a dog lover. Tell us what you think of this diary Be part of an exciting venture! Write a Diary!
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