Although our favorite teru nai–street dog–Walter, found his way back to his regular napping spot in the middle of our street following his disappearance during Diwali, it turned out that, last week, he enjoyed his dreams of endless kibble for the last time. Sadly, he lost a brief encounter with a truck and he has passed on to his next assignment. Sarah and I will miss old Walter. I’m so glad she got to wave to him as she left for school; and Mani fed him while I had a final chat with him later that morning before I headed off on my walkabout. We always wondered how he managed to stand his ground there, rarely flinching, his wise gaze steady, connecting . . .
Yet we still have our bookending neighborhood dogs, Pandora–well, actually it turns out he’s Pandoro–who guards the sandpile in front of the apartment building under construction at the west end of our block; and Bindi (whose name, we just learned today, is actually Vellai, or “White”) who hangs out at the auto stand at the other corner at Tiger Varadachari (I still love saying that name) and where it turns out the folks at the Naturally Auroville boutique feed her and take her to the vet and offer her a dry napping spot inside the shop during the rains.
Pandoro guards the sand pile–he’s gotten used to me now . . .
At any rate, Sarah and I just completed our third amble of the day, an easy circuit around our block, visiting Naturally Auroville and greeting Vellai; then down the next street, delighting in the unique and colorful details and wondering which movie stars or political men live in the stunning homes; and finally around past Pandoro holding down his comfy pile of sand.
So, three gentle strolls today and we are indeed thankful that Sarah is healing and doing well as she recovers from emergency surgery just 48 hours ago.
But that, as I always say, is another story . . .