
Suddenly i tripped on some pothole on the road making me,ALmost land on my face ,i was just about to curse the municipal guys when i saw the moon .In all her glory ,till then i was blissfully unaware of the fact that it was a full moon night.The solar system's fifth largest satellite had never looked this beautiful .For the remainder of the journey i regularly Glanced at the moon,disturbing my view only to make sure there were no more potholes in my way.
I walked quite a bit after that, when a spine chilling moan made its way to my ear . It seemed as though something was dying.I didn't want to look ,but i bloody had to.On a closer inspection i found that a dog had fallen into the drain and couldn't get itself out.It was literally "rotting alive".For an instant i thought that i should rescue it or try and end its misery somehow ,but some thing pulled me back.I looked at the street where i was standing i saw that many people passed the dying dog ,all of them had heard its cry .The creature almost begging for death to befall on him somehow,but no one even bothered to look they were too bothered about their clothes ,and the fact that the missed their soaps because of the powercut.But i shouldn't blame them though for i too did nothing to help it( it turns out my parents dont subscribe to certain a detergent companies”daag ache hain” campaign ).I did something else though i switched on my phone and tried to take its picture.I knew emotional pornography made for great photography subjects but i coudn't make myself do it though,I coudn't mock it's pitiful existence any further..I started to walk again and my mind started to wander,wander as I wondered what is it was like to be a war photographer,taking pictures of dying men .When every thing around him is absolute devastation all he does is take a picture. .I don't know how he does it.I don't even think its humanly possible.
As i turned my attention to the road I realized that the streets seemed awfully familiar.I was almost home.The guard greeted me with his same big smile,which by now had almost become his trademark..I tried to return his smile but mine could have never really matched his ,for his reflected absolute contentment mine, mere courtesy.I soon made my way to my bed.I coudn't sleep though.I'd like to think it was just the heat,but it wasn't .A few of the thoughts ,that had made their way earlier that evening kept lingering around my mind.Disturbing me at very frequent intervals. The dog slowly rotting away to nothingness,the lady,the photographer.The dog specially though,i just couldn't get him out of my head. .But i knew and so did the dog perhaps that in time even its miserable death would fade away from my memory and would become just as obscure as his life always was and maybe then i would get some well deserved sleep and he his redemption.