Cottoned bond

I was just a few steps away, from the small entrance to my pale looking house that dim morning, when I heard a familiar voice shout out my name and I immediately smiled back, as I saw her run down the stairs to welcome me. She was really glad that I was back home and so was I.

It had been a while since I left on my work trip out of the state. With no prior notice due to last minute changes and train tickets, I left the house without really getting the chance to say goodbye properly.

Now after the long rugged return journey I witnessed, seeing someone who cares, come out to greet me just made me realise I was back home; I was loved. 

I bent down and gently rubbed her forehead as she tried to hug me with her outstretched fore limbs and paws pressed onto my shirt; as always, she wagged her tail with joy.










Image Credit : Rahul D'Souza
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