Ginger has never been like this since childhood. In fact she has had the most ordinary life like any other stray dog. She survived on the leftovers, chased cars, and often chased by some insane shopkeepers and rag pickers.
Then what made Ginger special for me?
The fine lovely day began with my normal routine work from home to office and then back to home. It was that returning home incident that introduced me to Ginger.
I stopped at a shop to buy some snacks for myself. While the shopkeeper packed my things, I observed an adult dog who looked like a small one because of starvation and weakness. The poor thing laid on pavement with eyes shut. Probably she was in deep sleep that she did not notice a group of boys on bicycles around her.
I turned around to collect my packet and pay for it and then left the shop to go home. It was a shriek that obstructed my footsteps. I looked around to discover the source of that scream. I found the feeble dog trying to protect herself from those boys. I realized that the boys tried to run their bicycles over her. I could not believe my eyes when I watched them laughing on her painful moans.
I shouted at them and ran to rescue her. Those boys knew their sin and ran away from her. I ran closer to Ginger who was hurt and scared. Realizing her condition I tried to comfort her so I threw a piece of bread to befriend her.
I called her to follow me to home. The poor being was extraordinarily genius. She followed.
I fed her with as much food as I could arrange. Since then Ginger has been with me. A lot more healthier and happy. She follows me to the main road and waits until I board a bus. She runs to receive me as soon as she sees me at the corner of street. She greets me with her wagging tail when she finds me walking on the terrace early morning.
She is love and those boys have been inhuman and ridiculous. When are we going to accept that this world belongs to these innocent animals as well who have often ashamed humanity with their loyalty, love and affection. I wonder if they have changed themselves. Or are there more GINGERS waiting to be rescued?