This dog (I call him Bhairavan) lives behind my house and seems to guard this emerging home. Street dogs tend to bark defensively at people they don't make out.
When I fake anger and let out a fake scowl in the darkness, I can see Bhairavan's tail wag. It's fun because this fellow acknowledges me silently after all the alerting barks.
I love a lady dog on the street that loves me for giving her time. Each time I pet her, another dog comes between me and her. I ask him, aren't you my favorite jealous bum? And I take turns between both. He will put his whole body weight on me if I don't pet him. I love the way he asks for love.
John, the Corona volunteer, saw to it that my mother had one test and me two done for free (each costing Rs 900/- when done at a private hospital). I am glad that we got our initial tests done in a week's time after my arrival. All credit goes to John.
He also saw to it that my mother was screened for blood and chest once she tested positive for Corona. He went a step ahead and ensured I was vaccinated yesterday, too. Again, all for free.
I gifted him a small sum he could use to buy books or stationery or whatever he deems useful as a student in his second year for a Bachelor's in Computer administration. Rich kids do not volunteer. Poor kids volunteer to shoulder their parents' burden here.
My shopkeeper forgot to add the price of an extra juice bottle, so I kindly mentioned this to her and she corrected the amount. She was so happy for my honesty.
And here is a server from a house nearby who always offers me the gift of his big smile whenever he sees me. We greet each other with waves and hellos.
Each time I put out the packaging materials, cartons and newspapers, I see to it that I fold and tuck them neatly in bags wherever possible because they served a purpose and they will continue to do so. Why trash recklessly? Even trash is a profession, a major one, both within the precincts of the body and the mind and without, isn't it? So I don't take this critical function lightly. I enjoy adding dignity to trash.
I resumed the chore of giving out incense by handing out a white cedar box to my delivery boy. He was surprised and asked 'is it for me?' I said 'yes' with a ðŸ˜Š He was not expecting it but I was planning to give this box of incenses to him for a few days. The boy has releived the elderly caterer of the job of delivering.
I handed out one more box to the delivery man from the restaurant who brings me food to on days when the caterer does not visit. One Mr John always takes my orders. The second box is for him ðŸ˜‹
After 47 days of agonizing wait, M saw to it that the final outstanding sum was identified with the Telecom company within 4 working days. Phew ðŸ˜…
I handed my favourite incense box to this young lady who put my stress to an end. I sat in the Basilica nearby for some time and felt overwhelming gratitude to the Divine for settling this finally. Took another route to sight-see my city and bought hot snacks on my way back home for both me and mum. Now is the best time to curl up like a cat and sleep ðŸ˜´