Friday, June 30, 2017
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Watermelon Diaries - Episode Two
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I know it has been a long time coming, but I have been busy. Really busy. In thoughts, and cats, and mice, and the occasional dragonflies.
And of course watermelon.
I look at the painting on the wall, and the sunset beyond the window, and all I see is red and green. Juicy pulp flowing through my tongue. Slurp.
Woof ! Woof !
I wag my tail in excitement, running round and round, and hit a table, returning back to my senses immediately.
"Remember, there is no watermelon," I sound harsh to myself, and rude, and obnoxious.
And pathetically poor.
And that's when I device a plan. The plan. To earn money, lots of money, so much that I do not need to beg in front of my mistress with droopy eyes. I will be able to buy my own water melon, hundreds of them, or perhaps even more.
Yes, I was going to be rich.
I had decided finally. To. Rob. A. Bank. You heard that correct.
This Sunday.
The Sunday.
Woof! Woof!
Story Ahead
I know it has been a long time coming, but I have been busy. Really busy. In thoughts, and cats, and mice, and the occasional dragonflies.
And of course watermelon.
I look at the painting on the wall, and the sunset beyond the window, and all I see is red and green. Juicy pulp flowing through my tongue. Slurp.
Woof ! Woof !
I wag my tail in excitement, running round and round, and hit a table, returning back to my senses immediately.
"Remember, there is no watermelon," I sound harsh to myself, and rude, and obnoxious.
And pathetically poor.
And that's when I device a plan. The plan. To earn money, lots of money, so much that I do not need to beg in front of my mistress with droopy eyes. I will be able to buy my own water melon, hundreds of them, or perhaps even more.
Yes, I was going to be rich.
I had decided finally. To. Rob. A. Bank. You heard that correct.
This Sunday.
The Sunday.
Woof! Woof!
Saturday, June 17, 2017
Watermelon Diaries - Episode One
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Four mangoes. Two peaches. Six bananas. These were what I was supposed to buy. Nothing less, nothing more. But my eyes couldn't resist; my nose lured me too, and here I was, standing in front of the water-melon counter.
When I reached home, I was carrying two big water-melons in my shopping bag. Those were extra. Those were not in the list. Not needed. Unnecessary.
"Unnecessary," she repeated, and I obliged, my eyes lowered, her gaze fiery. She took a step forward, I edged back, hitting the wall, my eyes till counting the floor tiles.
"You are strange. I have never seen a dog so fond of watermelons."
She was right. Chihuahuas love fish. They adore pieces of meat. And they love several other delicacies. But watermelons?
"Err. They taste so juicy. Yuck," my brother had told me, before we parted.
My parents didn't approve either. I didn't approve them too. And that was why they abandoned me.
And was adopted. To play. To cuddle. To shop.
But not to shop watermelons.
And then the worst happened. "Tomorrow onwards, I will give you only the exact money. For four mangoes, two peaches, six bananas. No wastages on watermelons."
I cried, I yelped, but in vain. And then I realized, I need to make my own money.
But how?
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