The timeless symbol of friendship: the wagging tail was still moving faintly. From far, it would be easily thought of as an eager dog's happy sign. As I sped closer towards the little wagging one, the night made sure that the emotions could not be understood easily. After all, 3 in the morning is called an ungodly time. As I went closer, I could see the little one more clearly. Or what remained of it. It could only move it's tail. The rest had been crushed heavily by a passing vehicle in the darkness. It's siblings stood whining at the end of the road, anxious to get their buddy back.
As the little one waited for another impending final crush to relieve it of the suffering, all I could feel was how cold it could be, even in Chennai. The feeling of helplessness is the same.
As the little one waited for another impending final crush to relieve it of the suffering, all I could feel was how cold it could be, even in Chennai. The feeling of helplessness is the same.
