Naman is no more. For three years the soft brown and white Labrador and me wished each other good mornings. A happiness is not. A morning, a dog came by, brushed past me, wagging tail. Boss was a few feet away. Me stopped. Patted the dog. Asked his name. Naman. On Link Road, he pawed me, licked and snuggled; me cuddled Naman. A five minute morning affair would end daily with Naman and me walking away from each other. Never fed him Parle biscuits; no selfies; no Naman clicks. Amor saca amor (Love begets love), says St. Teresa of Avila. He passed on in February and the confirmation came on the evening of June 10, 2016 on Link Road. Last time we touched each other in February, he was looking unwell and his Boss, a young MBBS, was worried. We did not meet up. Me missed Naman and Naman looked for me. Today evening, a Maruti Swift sidled me and Boss stepped out. We had not met for about five months. 'Uncle, Naman has gone. Took him to doctors in south Mumbai, did not help. I think he died of cancer. He died at home. Did not send him to the hospital. To that the family said no. We shifted to a new home near Eskay Club as the sofas and corners in the old home still breathe Naman. Family talks of Naman alone. Have not informed my friends,' Boss said. A tear glinted, me stood quiet. It was fair not to have a confirmation of death. Missed Naman, for sure, thought we would meet up. A spoon of hope. That's been denied. 'He was nine years. Now have not a strong heart to own a second. Emotions gone will have to be brought back and that's hard labour. For the moment, we will be with Naman's passing away,' Boss added. Me stood quiet as there is nothing me could say on Naman's absence. Boss has taken a year off to study for admission to an M.D. course preferably in Mumbai; 'that will in a way take me off Naman,' said the young fellow. We parted. 'Uncle keep in touch,' he said. He does not know my name and home; me do not know him; Naman linked us. Every morning pass by a Labrador or any dog including strays and Naman lurks. Over years have been close to strays; still am; Naman, facts do not add up, where are you?
Friday, June 10, 2016
Naman
Naman is no more. For three years the soft brown and white Labrador and me wished each other good mornings. A happiness is not. A morning, a dog came by, brushed past me, wagging tail. Boss was a few feet away. Me stopped. Patted the dog. Asked his name. Naman. On Link Road, he pawed me, licked and snuggled; me cuddled Naman. A five minute morning affair would end daily with Naman and me walking away from each other. Never fed him Parle biscuits; no selfies; no Naman clicks. Amor saca amor (Love begets love), says St. Teresa of Avila. He passed on in February and the confirmation came on the evening of June 10, 2016 on Link Road. Last time we touched each other in February, he was looking unwell and his Boss, a young MBBS, was worried. We did not meet up. Me missed Naman and Naman looked for me. Today evening, a Maruti Swift sidled me and Boss stepped out. We had not met for about five months. 'Uncle, Naman has gone. Took him to doctors in south Mumbai, did not help. I think he died of cancer. He died at home. Did not send him to the hospital. To that the family said no. We shifted to a new home near Eskay Club as the sofas and corners in the old home still breathe Naman. Family talks of Naman alone. Have not informed my friends,' Boss said. A tear glinted, me stood quiet. It was fair not to have a confirmation of death. Missed Naman, for sure, thought we would meet up. A spoon of hope. That's been denied. 'He was nine years. Now have not a strong heart to own a second. Emotions gone will have to be brought back and that's hard labour. For the moment, we will be with Naman's passing away,' Boss added. Me stood quiet as there is nothing me could say on Naman's absence. Boss has taken a year off to study for admission to an M.D. course preferably in Mumbai; 'that will in a way take me off Naman,' said the young fellow. We parted. 'Uncle keep in touch,' he said. He does not know my name and home; me do not know him; Naman linked us. Every morning pass by a Labrador or any dog including strays and Naman lurks. Over years have been close to strays; still am; Naman, facts do not add up, where are you?
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