Kabootar Chowk

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“It’s all very good to suggest doing a business. Have you given thought to what we can sell?” Ratul grimaced at Manohar, his friend and partner in several unsuccessful ventures till date.

“Am I the only smart one? Can’t you come up with a product idea, for a change?”

“Smart indeed! The last time we went by your suggestion and started selling balloons, that kid got hurt and his Mom ravaged our store.”

“How was I to know the balloon would deflate with such an explosion?”

Ratul shook his head and flicked dust off his trousers.

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Woof, woof

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I loved his energy. He would woof each time he laid his eyes on me.

“Don’t you get tired?”

“Woof. Woof!”

Apparently not.

My neighbour had brought him home several years ago. He was the first dog in a neighbourhood of cats. While I feared for the cats initially, it soon turned out that my fears had been baseless. The dog – he was christened Lucky – always kept a safe distance from the cats.