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<p>The dogs that shaped each of our lives..</p> <p>I had met Dickey's mother. Supposed to be a ferocious bitch, had bitten everybody it seemed.</p> <p>Kusum phuphu was stopping me from touching her</p> <p>She was sick. But loved when I patted n scratched her belly. Wagged her tail. Game a smile</p> <p>Because she was fearsome, nobody was near her when she most needed it</p> <p>Spent an hour.</p> <p>She died after a week.</p> <p>I told Dickey that I met her mother.. I don't know if it mattered to her,</p> <p>As she might have thought us to be her birth family ...</p> <p>May be ..</p> <p>She was the first one who came to our place 30 years back.</p> <p>Time flies.</p> <p>I remember her.</p> <p>She is history.</p> <p>She was the playmate of my elder daughter. &nbsp;Same age.</p> <p>Today a photograph of hers was discovered.</p> <p>We have had many dogs since.</p> <p>But we never believed Dicky would die.</p> <p>The entire family was in shock the day she died.</p> <p>And suddenly then, we knew that we have to withstand such shocks multiple times if we ever had dongs.</p> <p>We do.</p> <p>Generations go without knowing each other.</p> <p>Memory is the only link between the stranger segments.</p> <p>Life is a function of time, and even the memory becomes an irrelevant story after some time.</p> <p>Preciously so, it is hard to figure out why we become so casual about the time allocated to us, NOW.</p> --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/sangeeta-naik/message