Creative Writing: A Day At Home

Tyres came to a screeching halt as I hurriedly got down from my bike.

“Don’t you have a rain coat with you?” – A voice exclaimed. The voice belonged to an elderly woman in her late sixties. She was a resident of a nearby flat.

“Ah, No I never thought it would rain so heavily today!” and took shelter as quickly as possible.

I removed my gloves and placed it on the shoe rack. Fingers became numb and I wasn’t able to bear the stench emanating from my fingers as the pair of gloves was completely soaked. Slowly, I walked towards the gate and enquired her “How was the day?”

“Nothing interesting, Usual stuffs”, How was yours?

“The day was good, it is even better now as it is raining heavily. “

Ah, who loves rainy season? “We are facing acute power

“Get inside your house quickly as a stray dog has entered our apartment and we are unable to shoo it off. It is laying somewhere here and it just gets in whenever it sees an open house”.-exclaimed one of my neighbors.

“Fine”, I said and hurried in quickly and closed the door.

“It is not a dog, but a puppy”. My brother said with a smile on his face.

We always wanted to nurture a dog, and I thought this would be the perfect time and went looking for it without even removing my socks. Climbed up the stairs and reached the terrace looking for it in the heavy downpour.

I know pups always find a shelter, how foolish it was to search for it in the terrace when it had a lot of space inside. I wasn’t able locate the little pup anywhere and returned to my house with a grim look on my face.

“What happened?” Asked my mother

“Where is it?”

“Are you asking about the Puppy?” It must be lying somewhere here in the flat.

It took a while for me to settle down and control my excitement.

My friends have always told me that nurturing a dog is never an easy task. It will take some months for it to develop trust, until then I will have to keep burning the midnight

The next morning as soon as I opened the door, I found her lying inside the gap between door and grill.

I was pleasantly surprised and called my brother. She looked up with her bright beady eyes and started

Wagging her tail. My brother came running and offered her a bowl of milk.

She bent her head down and licked it out completely in no minute.

After having a sumptuous meal, she went around sniffing each and everything. She started licking my

Brother’s toes and he shooed it away. She kept circling his legs. He lifted her, and placed her aside.

She came running to him again with a squeaky voice. I could see her developing trust in us.

Perhaps, the warmth and soothe it gave us can be equated to a sweet flow of timbre.

With a loud thud, the door opened. Out came a woman in her early fifties with a huge pot belly.

She frowned at us for nurturing a stray puppy.

“Don’t you have sense why are you holding a non vaccinated stray dog? The whole place now stinking”

“Yes Aunty, I know it is a stray dog, but what is the harm in feeding it, after all it is also a poor living thing”- replied my