![]() Within minutes, another thin older gentleman came to the room but he didn’t sit with the others. The thin one took me out of the basket and left me on the carpet. ‘What is the meaning of Aarti?’ I wondered.įinally, they stopped and kept the plate away from me. They said, ‘Welcome, little boy! We welcome you with Aarti and blessings to your new home. ‘There’s fire on it!’īut they were not bothered at all. ‘Get the plate away from me!’ I said meekly. The two women rotated the plate around me over and over again. Was there food on it? No, there was none. The women were old – one was thin and the other one was plump. So that is what the young man was called – Rohan. ‘Rohan! You’re home!’ they exclaimed together. My surroundings were not like a farm – it seemed to be a house with a very small garden. The young man picked up my basket and went to the front door of the house. I could not sleep anymore evenĪ few minutes later, the car stopped. ‘Where is my mother? I want to be with her!’ This little one is just a small pup and is away from his mother for the first time. Then he said to the driver, ‘Drive carefully. Scared, I turned my face to the side and saw the young man who had picked me up earlier. I looked for my siblings and couldn’t spot them either. I looked for my mother but I couldn’t see her. There was a white blanket under me and another one on top of my body. ![]() I looked around and saw that I was in a big brown basket. He reminded me of the way my mother nuzzled me. He kept caressing my stomach and my head and I felt so comfortable with him. He kept his other hand on my head and said, ‘I want this one.’ He smiled, picked me up and held me close to his chest. So I said, ‘Don’t worry.’ I went near his hand and sniffed it. I looked at his eyes and I knew that he was puzzled. They are all equally lovable.’ He sighed, ‘But I can only adopt one.’ He sat and rested his hand on the floor as he wondered what to do. The young man looked at all of us and said, ‘It’s so hard to choose. The old man said, ‘Choose your puppy, Rohan.’ Although they spoke a different language, I understood everything. One was young and handsome and the other was old and gentle. Suddenly, the door opened and two men came in. My sister intervened and giggled with joy. I pulled my brother’s tail and he pulled my ears. That didn’t bother us because there was plenty of space for us to play with each other. One day, my mother was away on a walk and we found ourselves in a big room that we couldn’t get out of. Whenever strangers approached, she would shout out in a high-pitched growl to warn them, ‘Be careful! Don’t touch my children!’ My mother stayed at a distance and kept a firm eye on all of us. I enjoyed walking, jumping, falling, and rolling in the sunshine. Each of them was different – some were big and some were small. And I learnt that I had many relatives – my mother, my father, chachas, mamas, kakas, kakus, and other aunts, uncles and cousins. Slowly, all my siblings began to move about to explore our surroundings. I knew, of course, that she loved all of us dearly and I felt very safe with her hands around me. Though our sweet mother licked us with affection, she also got annoyed when all of us wanted milk from her at the same time. We were all trying to drink milk from our mother. I glanced around and saw my brothers and sisters. ![]() The day I opened my eyes I was surrounded by many balls of white fur. If you like reading this story, hit the like button to let us know and we will get you more such awesome books! How Gopi sees the world around him and what he thinks of the people in his life gives the story its unique flavour. ![]() It is about this loveable dog going to a new home, learning to settle with his new human family. Told in Gopi’s voice (woof!) ‘Coming Home’. To know all these things, read the adventures of Gopi the dog. The Gopi Diaries: Coming Home by Sudha MurtyĮver wondered what do dogs think about? Like what do they wonder about when they see us? Do they want to play all the time or jump on us or roam about freely as they wish?
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