Last week, The Cat and I went on a little holiday. And on the road, our car ran over a dog. I was talking, and I remember thinking, what a strange speedbreaker. But I don't remember much else. Instead, I tried to shut it out of my thoughts and my conscience. And I had a great weekend, and nightmares. I came back and had a normal week, with nightmares. At night I sleep peacefully, with nightmares. Always at the back of my head, is the sound of a strange speedbreaker followed by the image of a writhing dog. Black and white and red all over.
Of course I'll never forgive myself. And as a lame attempt to redeem the horror the horror the horror, I dedicate this blog to a dead dog.
Black and white and red all over, if I could have been a dog for a day, I'd choose to be you on that day.
Anoopa Anand
Anoopa Anand lives in Bangalore, India, with her parents and four dogs. She received her Bachelor’s degree from Mount Carmel College, Bangalore. When she isn’t writing, Anoopa likes to read fiction, do crosswords in auto rickshaws, sing jazz standards in embarrassed whispers and obsess about cricket. When she grows up, Anoopa will write for a living, sing for love and find a less commercially successful sport to follow.
3 comments:
I know exactly how you feel. G and I ran over a dog too near Hubli two years back on our way back from Goa. Not a dog actually coz it was still a pup:( And it was playfully chasing another dog across the road. And we didn't see it coming! Nightmares...nightmares..
Noopy, I'm loving your blog - it makes me want to cry, but also laugh, because it's you (and V) on the page.
Love you
Dippy: True. Try as I might, I can't talk about it.
Kiran: Yaaaayyyy! My beautiful, how are you? I misses you. I found an old card you'd given me once, and needless to say, I burst into tears. Many love.
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