Monday, January 10, 2022

Bunty...

Chinki had a pet. A dog called bunty. She had seen him grow from a cute puppy to a well grown doberman. She was attached to her in a unique way.

They had recently shifted home and moved to a place that had more open space inside and outside the house. Bunty always stayed out in the open or in the garage.

He behaved differently after shifting. He did not eat on time, barked unnecessarily and did not sleep as he used to. All these worried Chinki.

Bunty soon fell ill and was under medication. After two days of medication he seemed to get better but he did not play with Chinki like before. One night she went out to give him his medicine only to find that he had not had the previous dose given in the evening.

"You won't get well if you don't take it" she told him, sternly yet worriedly. He grained in a bleak voice and put his head down. Chinki had to sleep early as she had school at 7.

She was fast asleep when she suddenly fell off her bed and hurt her left knee. She crawled back up and fell asleep again.

When she woke up in the morning, she realized she couldn't stand up. Her knee ached too badly. She decided she couldn't take bath, she got dressed for school and limped her way outside where her father was preparing her morning drink - bournvita.

She told him about her fall and he asked her to sit on the chair. Father got the milk and she said "Bunty did not take his medicine yesterday, may be he is not liking it diluted with the water..." she was saying.

"Bunty marr gaya" her father told her "He was too critical after midnight, we took her to the hospital but no use" he said and went back to get her tiffin.

Chinki sat there, staring at her book, tears trickling down her cheeks wondering if it was bunty who woke her up to say a final good bye in the middle of the night....

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