My feet took me to the place were we first met – our first and the last encounter. I sat on that wooden bench by the pond where I first called you from. I remember you were having one of your siesta under the shade of the trees. I tried to get your attention by making unrecognizable sounds as though that made any sense to you or me. You lazily lifted your chin and your eyes met mine. However, I didn’t interest you much. Guess you thought me to be one of those people who love pulling others out of sleep just to annoy them. Boy, you were wrong!
I didn’t give up. I was so determined, I kept making sounds to reach out to you. You saw me hold out a biscuit as a sign of friendship. Then, you reluctantly walked up to me, had one nice look at the biscuit and went back to sleep. I was puzzled by your action and was disappointed too.
Nevertheless, after a few minutes, I gave it another shot – hoping you would understand my intentions of making a lasting friendship. Whereas you didn’t even bother responding to my genuine efforts. Heartbroken I turned to face the pond and enjoy the solitude.
Surprisingly your fellow mate came forward and stood next to me. I half heartfedly offered him a biscuit and to my amazement he accepted my offer without any hesitation unlike you. I was content with myself and shared the rest of the biscuits with him.
Then, in no time I had you standing beside me and contemplating whether to get any closer. I was mad at you for the attitude you displayed a few minutes ago but I couldn’t help but offer you a biscuit. This time, you took it from my hand. I realised you are that slow to warm up type but you do come across as a difficult one. On the other hand, your fellow mate was rather naive and approachable.
Besides, you were a reflection of my deeper self. Your inhibition and the hesitation to interact drew me to you. A part of my self knew you’ve been through rough times since your demeanour says it all! You seem to distrust humans and not bothered about what they do. Soon, I ran out of biscuits and you both stood there staring at me for more. But when I sheepishly showed you the empty packet, you seemed to have understood. You both found a comfortable place under a tree and resumed your nap.
I was spellbound. You didn’t complain or follow me around. You just accepted it as a fact of life and moved on. Woefully I never had an opportunity to meet you again, our paths never crossed. However here I’m today after four seasons with biscuits in hand waiting for your arrival. Atleast this time, I want to make it last.
“I want to be your best human pal my four legged friend! Give me a chance….”
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