Dog Days

These four walls ... three potted plants with the dying roses ... two grilled windows with pigeon droppings-foul odour and nests do not bother me.

What more can i ask from him...he has given me a roof over my head and every alternate week he makes love to me!
Tomorrow is another day.

But on that yesterday, when for the first time he presented a small puppy to me ...i fell irrevocably in love with Rean ( doggie) not to be mistaken with the master.

Today, I will give him a bath, bathe his lesions-foul odour...and feed him an omlette.
But, but, my neighbour told me that eggs would bring in more heat boils for my lil doggie, give him scabies too ...What to do? Both Rean and he doe not like my cooking. Both do not say anything though, almost alike in their mute gulping of the food i cook and serve. The tell tale ...left overs, which are the exact quantities i had served.

These four walls have been an education for me __________

Everday I watch...sometimes with indifference...pleasure...pigeons copulating, after stretches of much squacking (everyday), small take over flights and finally, a fallen aft bellied she giving in. Their cooing jars the nerves, but, when from little oval-shaped eggs little fledglings give a chirrrpp chirp - i die.

Rean, then jealously, watches me give them so much attention...his expression sayings 'lil birdies make nice feed...' But, I am stubborn.
I wont be giving into nay man ...or a man-dog.

Anyway, he should not be so possessive of me. I love him so much. My life revolves around him and I do not even think about my parents who lives thousands of miles away from me.

I hate it when I feel so lonely....
I hate this four walls and all the pigeons...anyway two fledglings have succumbed to the Mumbai heat. They are smelling so bad... I need to soon clean up the window grill.

Meanwhile, the October is as relentless here as March...and my puppy now a man has stepped out for a date. A bitch's howl sends him scampering towards the outside. I have to send him out always and sit around worrying. But, its ok. Am told October is copulating time for the dogs. So Rean will do his neighbourhood rounds and get back.
He is pretty lucky, I cant step out the door. You see I am new to Mumbai. People have warned me that ... I should not open doors to strangers ...even if they look hungry and tired( like all salesmen do).

What about Him?
What does he do when he goes out? And so, after six months of quiet lassitude. Am now on the look out for the duplicate keys. I could escape when he leaves for work. But, I know that I could never do that to him... I cannot live without him and I cant live with him...