2ed

He sat slouched in his primitive rags, in the company of sand, dust, and many life forms, none of his own clan. Since times obscure, those few square feet of exposed land had become his home. Thousands of people passed him everyday. The hungry and thirsty didn’t notice him at all while the complacent thought it wise to spare him a look of pity or contempt. But he had long since stopped noticing all this. He had long since stopped noticing almost everything. But today, something had caught his attention. Lazily but attentively, he looked at a pup barking at and trying to chase its own shadow – and marvelled at the fun the little one must be having. His memory flew back to those incredible sunshine years of his life...

Born to well to do couple Harish and Rose Day, the only educated and hindu-catholic couple residing in the tiny hamlet of Sagaai, Narmada forest reserves. It was Harish's passion for wildlife and Rose's will to work for betterment of forgotten farmers that brought them to their present red and blue painted home amidst the soothing calls of deers and hornbills.

1ed

He sat slouched in his primitive rags, in the company of sand, dust, and many life forms, none of his own clan. Since times obscure, those few square feet of exposed land had become his home. Thousands of people passed him everyday. The hungry and thirsty didn’t notice him at all while the complacent thought it wise to spare him a look of pity or contempt. But he had long since stopped noticing all this. He had long since stopped noticing almost everything. But today, something had caught his attention. Lazily but attentively, he looked at a pup barking at and trying to chase its own shadow – and wondered…