During a drive to the outskirts of my city, I came across two village boys - I assume they were coming back home from their nearby school. One thing that intrigued me about them was; one of them was holding an adorable little puppy - and with such loving tenderness!
As I passed them, I casually asked the boy about his puppy’s name. He said that the it did not belong to him, and that he had found it loitering on streets a while ago. To me, that sounded interesting.
The way in which he was holding the puppy, I was sure he would take good care of it, but I chided him nevertheless - just to get his reaction. “What if the mother is around? And what if she is looking now for her puppy?” I asked. My sudden tough stand did not bother him much - he was sure the puppy was orphaned as he had looked around well for his mother before picking him up. By now, even I had begun petting the little puppy.
Within minutes, and showing spontaneity that only a child could show, he offered me to take the puppy home. “Do you want it? Here! Take him!” he said. Who could resist such an offer? But I could see that the puppy was lying royally in the hands of his savior - perhaps, the boy was his best caretaker.
“There is no one in my home who can take care of it,” I told the boy. But I think my response made him curious. “No brother or sister? No parents?” he inquired. “They are all busy,” I said. For a village boy, what ‘busy’ means I would not know - but he appeared flummoxed. After petting the little puppy some more, I bid the boys good bye.
The next day, not too far from the place where I had met these boys, I saw a puppy (a different one) lying in a pool of blood - and it was probably a victim of road accident (maybe it was loitering dangerously close to the streets). It was a disturbing sight.
Just a day ago, the kids had done such a great job of saving a life - but an adult (presumably busy or hurried) couldn’t even drive carefully.
