It was a spur of a thought on the week end, for a trip to Ooty, an invitation from a cousin, which was irresistible, but the Monday morning class was a hurdle, taking the clue, the timing was changed, and there we were on the ghats to Ooty, drinking the blue mountain air, and clicking away the rest on the mobile.
Mother Nature seems to hide some of her secrets, from our normal senses, but which gets stripped with the inventions of man on the cell and celluloid, wow those infra and ultra violet rays.
Following all those oooo’s and aaaahhh’s in Ooty we were climbing down through the Kothagiri road due to an obstruction in the regular route, what pleasures, when suddenly we crossed an Alsatian breed with his rich fur and royal looks standing at the entrance to a home.
My cousin and I must have both had frames and frames of long lost thoughts of a pet they once had named “Mani”, the car came to a stop, and there we were both , talking in rapid sentences, one making and stopping and the other continuing the lines, with similar thoughts.
The cousin decided to adopt an Alsatian young one if they had a pup.
Nearing the dog with little or no caution, my cousin was smelt and soon was being happily pounced, my cousin had fallen and so was i,both of us still firmly on our feet on the ground.
I was next for the happy Alsation s pouncing for the intrusion of his territory.
His name being Paige, i repeated it and could see his ears and attention turning , three hearts were beating as one.
They had no pups, and the carer was away at work, we all grounded to Mettupalayam, and reached Home, but a space of the heart is still there, and running in this page for Paige.