Saranya had specified that she wanted a tiny one...two months old maybe...
A skinny one would be great for her...
She adored feeding the young ones. There was such pleasure in hapoy bellies and smug well fed faces.
Suddenly she heard the brass Ganasha bell clang on the door. She ran to the door ...and then realized that her legs would not follow her wishes.
Slowly ,she trudged on.
A painful step at a time.
Abheer was shuffling towards her bedroom and he met her half way. When she saw those limpid bottomless black eyes..she fell in love .
All over again.
The floppy tongue lolled out of his mouth ,the little puppy had tiny pincer like teeth. She touched his warm nose and that warm wet tongue licked her bony fingers.
Her eyes began to shed tears she never knew were left.
Abheer placed the little pup in her arms ," Lets call her Bijli."
"Bijli?"
"Yes...watch her run."
Saranya sat on the couch softly. In a second Bijli walked out of her arms and eased herself on Saranya's dress.
"Aaaarghhhhh".
She almost dropped her.
Uff ... she picked up the little pup and walked to the balcony. A step at a time.
Abheer watched with a tiny smile. He knew that this was the best medicine.
He knew she would forget the pain of her brother's death soon and he would be able to work in Bombay in peace.
When Abheer returned home after almost a month, he stood in front of the door wondering what he would see. Saranya sounded pretty happy on the phone. But what he would see...
Suddenly, yelps and the flopping of slippers accompanied the clanging of the Brass Ganesha bell...and the door opened.
Opened to the aromas of his favorite tadka of lasuni Dal.
Something he hadn't had in months.
He watched as she moved about serving him and little Bijli followed her around.
She was smiling.
Something she hadn't done in months.
Saranya was finally looking towards the sun.
She was finally becoming optimistic and forgetting the shadows of the past...
Just the presence of the little one had pushed her to forget her pain. He waited for her to wake up every morning... She finally began making her tea because Bijli wanted a biscuit, and a tiny bite of her lunch.
The joy Bijli brought was incomparable. She made Saranya look up to the future and realize that Abheer needed her too.
She had only needed to turn on the light to bring happiness back into her home.
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She was looking up to the bright shining sun...
Happiness would follow her at her positive Look-Up.
Just because she had remembered to turn on the happiness.
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