Taking Riki for walks was an easy task. He never needed a leash. On the walks he would greet people, knock doors to say hello to people, trespassed royally in gardens for grass. There were times when he would take himself on walks and when people would tell him to go back home, he would return. In 2006, Riki went for a walk by himself and didn't return. My father had practically taken his time off from work to look for him. We must have visited many slums and many colonies and houses looking for him. After good 16 days, one evening when I was at work a young man from neighbourhood returned the dog and demanded Rs 700 which my mom had paid off and taken Riki home. I met the fellow over the weekend and tried to understand how and where he had found the dog. His answers were inconsistent. A few days later, I met a woman when Riki and I were on walk, she said her brother ran a kennel and the fellow who had brought Riki home worked for him. She also asked me if I had Riki’s papers...
My experiments with myself; this world... A note of the Intimate conversations we have had, What this world gave me; what I perceived... After all I feel like being in Alien Territory all the while... When I am not writing, I am not hibernating but planning and preparing for next travel or trek. P.S.: In case anyone has any objection to any of the pictures used, please let me know, I will delete them in case of valid objection.