She had made her point – he knew it. He had taken out his penknife and decided – she wanted more colour – well… she would get it!
Quelling protests from her daughter and brother, she sat down and began, “Dussera is this Sunday and this time we are going to celebrate it in a traditional different way…”
It was indeed a strange friendship between the sensitive caring small girl and the big lame dog! It was a bond built on more than food! It was sympathy and love