(My apologies in advance for any grammatical mistakes)
I saw a dog in a shirt taking a walk with his favourite person in the world. The excited look on his face, his happily waggly tail and the calmness he shows in his colourful cloth adds up to the beautiful evening it was in my town,Waghut.
He joined other dogs in dog park,who are also wearing colorful human made clothes. One of them got a shirt with lion's face on it and ironically she was the smallest among them. It is such a beautiful metaphor for inner beauty and strength that she has absolutely no clue about. Humans do everything that satisfies them,even if it is for small fraction of a second. That is a mistake and reason why we can't find inner hap- I realised that I was thinking about my philosophy homework instead of enjoying my break.
So the dogs were chasing each other, one trying to catch his own tail which he can actually do at home too and some sniffing eachothers butt which is a must and common thing to do if you are a dog. Not if you are human- 'Ah' again I was dwelling in my homework about human nature. Whatever they were doing, they are enjoying it peacefully. An old man came in the park with his white color lhasa apso. She immediately started barking out of excitement seeing other playing. If I have to translate it for you,she must be saying, oh yes! It is play time of my day. Guys I am so happy seeing you all. Something lovely things like that out of pure excitement. The old man unleashed her, she just ran off to join the game. I could feel how happy she is,her tremendous energy feeds my tired mind and consequently my body. Such an energy transformation is wonderful,something you can only feel; its complete beauty. The old man put the black plastic bag in the garbage bin. He then sat down on a bench and started reading a small book. I laid back on the grass looking at the clouds moving slowly across the blue sky. Took some few deep breath and closed my eyes for few seconds.
Grrrrrrrr bark* grrrrrrrr* bark* bark* woke me up, abruptly, I was in panic like one would do when he or she sees his food being stolen from their A++ fridge in dream. I looked down in the park and noticed a very ugly thing.
To be continued....
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Short StoryNot necessarily a true story is what the title says. The town Waghut is a crazy, confusing, perhaps funny and inner reflection in my head which gives birth to many imagined stories.