Corporate shopping can be such a bitch. So here I was, in the middle of nowhere, where time stood still - and so did traffic. Not still as in still you know. More like an inching-forward-slower-than-snails-having-afternoon-naps-and-hence-as-good-as-still still. And then I see a street urchin skittering across the road, holding a tattered shawl in place with one hand and a steaming cup of something in the other. He reached the traffic island in the middle of the road where a street dog had been standing for ages. The kid then started to cross the rest of the street, took a few steps forward, stopped, turned around and called to the dog: "aaja aaja... jaldi se aa". The dog was still too scared so the hero-of-our-tale leaned forward and made it sniff the cup. Holding the cup under the dog's nose he started to cross the road and the dog followed. The light changed but I presume they reached the other side safely, with shawl, cup and tail intact.
"Stray" is such a wrong word. And the world isn't all bad.
