Puppy Love

I hear squeeks from a distance and i run towards the sound. I discover a pack of pups all piled on top of each other, eyes barely open yet wide enough to see and recognise the mother. One of the pups was disowned by the mother and she refused to feed it. I stood there watching all of it and suddenly this weakling got kicked out from the pack and it came tumbling down to my feet. I had all the sympathy for this little thing that looked up at me with its tiny little eyes hoping i could help. I gave in to its vulnerability and charm and ran to the closest shop to get some milk. I poured the milk bit by bit on my hand and fed the pup until he was full. His tail was wagging in acknowledgement and joy and i knew i had added a few good karma's to my name. As curiosity took the better of me, i went to check upon it the next day and jammy recognised me. I was thrilled... i got milk from home this day and fed it in a fancy bowl i stole from home. I played with the pup and all his brothers and sisters soon joined in. After a while i saw jammy sitting in one corner and watching all his siblings play with me. I went upto jammy and picked him up high up above my head as far as my hands could stretch and jammy was happy as hell. He had perhaps never seen the world from that high up. He loved it and wanted more, but i had to go. He followed me for a few steps and stood there waiting and hoping i would turn back but i had to go. I came back again next day. Today he was waiting for me or perhaps for the new joy i would bring to his life. I got a ball to play with the puppies and all 7 of them ran over each other, bit each other and snapped each other's tails in the play... jammy again in one corner. I couldnt understand... so i threw the ball at him. He looked at the ball and looked at me and i called out 'Jammy' and he stuck his tongue out instantly. That smile on his face was instantly relaxing. Jammy was happy and we played for another while. Day 4 i was in a tearing hurry as i was late and had no time to look at jammy. I hurried got on to the bus and left. When i turned around i saw jammy at the bus stop crying out... as i moved further away his voice faded. As i moved away i forgot about him totally. Days passed and jammy grew up. We played and the bond grew stronger. One day i got him home and fed him chicked! He had never eaten anything like that before. He was pampered like never before... he was getting the affection he never got from his mother and he was my slave instantly. I went back to leave with the rest of his pack. Well into the night i heard him squeeking again. I opened the door and he was right there. He refused to go. I let him in. But night after night he came to my door and after a point i had to slam the door on his face. He was a stray after all. How could i let a stray, unvaccinated, filthy dog inside my house. I stopped feeding him coz i could possibly not feed him everyday if he kept coming to em only for food. I stopped playing with him bcoz i m no clown. He felt dejected and left alone. He came every day upto me till i boarded the bus and had left. He came every night at my door and cried out for me but i was as cold as i could be. After a few days jammy stopped coming.


I guess he realised there is no value for true self less love in this world. I guess he realised this the harsh way. Sadly he had to go through a heart break to know how it feels to be heartbroken.


We don't value love or pure emotions. If somebody expresses selfless love, we stand to question it. We try and find hidden intentions behind it. We know there has to be some motive behind every emotion displayed. The mind is to think and the heart to love. We should let them perform their respective functions and not let one intrude the other. This pup must have grown up, coz i have in 10 yrs and today i realise how it must have felt to have been treated so badly. I am sure it has forgotten me. I should have let my heart rule me once.