Heart is a peculiar organ. I fail to understand what makes it happy or sad. I have been feeling quite low since last 2-3 days. I have observed no amount of inspiring reads really work during such disposition. I tried talking to my pets, watching TV, surfing on new destination to travel but something when bothers you to the core doesn’t really heal with that easy distraction. I also tried eating chocolates which I heard release happy hormones..well bullshit, I just got pimples!
So, I was sitting with my laptop doing some futile research just before writing this blog. It is 10 p.m. right now in India. Suddenly our door bell rang, I was least bothered to get up and see, but I was curious who would be there at late night. A moment later my dad came to my room giving me a tiffin box from my neighbor who sent her signature homemade cake only for me. Mrs. Lall, my 65 year old neighbor is one of my favorites because of her doting love towards me and her yummy cakes. The moment I saw the box, I jumped from my bed, opened the box and ate like a child. My dad looked at me with a smile and left me with the box full of delicious cake. I don’t know if it has started releasing happy hormones and brought me back to my sunny disposition but it certainly worked. What more could be a proof that I opened my blog and wrote after 4 days, and that is why heart is a peculiar organ. 🙂
Haven’t seen Rains in February
Is the city all teary?
It longs to see the true love,
Like cupid mourning doves
Each drop yearns to rehear,
Those lyrical Shakespeare
It is painted red today,
To hide the greys of everyday
Can’t it be colored all the time?
Celebrating each day as Valentine’s.
My dog bit me today. Like seriously bit, it bled.
I have a 2.5 years old Golden Labrador. His name is Coco. Though Labradors are considered to be friendly and easy to be around but my dog is bit different he is friendly but he is one of those alpha dogs who become defensive when they do mistakes so that nobody could say anything to them. So why he bit me? he usually does not poop or pee inside the house but last night he did. So he knew that he had done something wrong. In situations like this I’m usually a calm person I don’t mind cleaning his shit because I understand that he’s just an animal and sometimes doesn’t realize the urgency of nature’s call. As I finished cleaning up without any complaints, I reached out my hand to Coco for pat. I know it was not the time to pat but I am very soft at heart when it comes to animals I couldn’t see him sitting in a corner with a long face so, I wanted him to know that it’s OK it happens sometimes. And suddenly he growled and held my right palm in his mouth with such force that his lower tooth pierced in my palm. For a moment I was shocked and couldn’t realize what happened. He released my hand after 15 seconds when it was already started bleeding. My family panicked seeing me bleed and started first aid as I writhed in pain. I got some relief after basic treatment and then wondered why did he do that. I started searching on internet and found out that pet dogs can bite when they are either in pain or under panic which was quite true in this case as he was already under the pressure of pooping inside the house and he might have thought I am coming to beat him. Another worth noting thing was that they bite to only those family members who do not scold them or are soft target which was true again.
After all the medical attention, I was resting my wounds and went into my philosophical self pondering whether it was only the bite that pained..No!! I was more hurt thinking that I brought coco when he was just 40 days old and now he is more than 2 years old, I had fed him with my hands, sat by him all night when he was sick and at times stopped people from scolding him on his mistakes but is this what I deserve in return? The wounds! Those who have watched Life of Pi will agree how much it hurts when you get emotionally attached to an animal and that animal leaves you without any gratitude or treats you as if you are nothing in his life. I am not angry on Coco for biting me hard but for his failure to understand my compassion and love towards him. I may be expecting too much from a dog. Well, he is not a bad dog just couldn’t get my emotions right but I still love him.
Coco when he was 2 months old.