The Dog

This is story of a dog. A long time a ago, there lived a dog. Not so good. And not bad either. It is about that time when it was very young and innocent. Loved to live in a small village. But soon the whole family shifted to the town. The dog enjoyed its stay with friend. It was lucky so he got lots of freedom. It used to roam around. Loved to be alone and spent most of the time in day dreaming.
It found out that only dreaming and doing nothing would not help it achieve them at all. This became its greatest strength, it never lost the touch with the reality. It had its head up high in the sky and legs right on the ground. This small dog turned into street dog. Street dog Never quit the fight even if all the odds were against it and the whole world hated it. Everyday was new. A new fight. And at the end of the day, those who hated it, loved it for the audacity it showed.

Aint it looking everything cool? It's not story if everything goes fine and there is no twist.

Now our dog is grown up. It's just grown old but not grown wise. Things are changed now. It's no more street dog. Now it has become a stray dog. It's attracted by the luxury. Bread is never faught and achieved but received in alms. The day starts in search of breads moving from one house to other, waiting outside gate , moving its tail and hoping that somebody will come out and take pity on it and give the food.

The dog still dreams .. But the street dog inside is missing..

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