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The wait.

                   Time flies. The day passes by in the blink of an eye; it's time for the sun to bid adieu.
                    The old soul stirs from his sleep. He looks around and senses the change in the air. Rising from his bed with great effort, he limps towards the door. "Isn't it time for him to be home?" his eyes enquire.  He looks longingly at the door, his ears twitching at every single sound that emanates from the other side.
                The elevator doors sliding open, the  shuffling of  footsteps and the voices of people exiting - each sound that he catches, he assesses,  with his keen hearing and an alert mind. His heart feels let down when those footsteps don't approach his door.  Losing all hope, he goes back to curl up in his warm bed. And, again, he awaits.
             And, then, all of a sudden, his intuition kicks in. He senses something and sniffs the air; his heartbeat begins playing a drumbeat. He rises again from his sleeping place; this time with an enthusiasm that eclipses the pain in his limbs. He goes and stands by the door, with bated breath and unblinking eyes, sniffing through the crack between the floor and the door. The elevator reaches our floor, the doors slide open. Instantly, his tail begins to wag, excitedly. "It IS him!" he exclaims with a loud bark. The bell rings as if in agreement.
         A dam bursts! Emotions of happiness overflow, through his eyes, through his rapidly wagging tail, through every pore of his canine being!

           I open the door to let  his dad in. His beloved human dad - the love of his life! The welcome that he receives, in fact, the welcome that we all receive from Chikoo tugs at my heartstrings. And, I wonder; had we had a human child, would the welcome be this warm, at the end of a day, every day? 

The above post has been written for  Wordy Wednesday.
This week's prompt: Phrase Prompt: Bated breath.


  1. Nothing like the unconditional love of a dog, eh, Shilpa? I liked how you did the moment by moment play of his anticipating his dad's return. Very cute and so devoted. What a great doggie! I can assure you our cats don't act like that when their dad gets home from work and could care less!

  2. Awww, that is so sweet. Truly nothing like the love of a faithful dog:-) Made me smile reading it- simply lovely Shilpa:-)

  3. Aww! IT would be a very similar affair with a human child too. Including the 'bark' too :)
    Like the way you brought out all those emotions in a few sentences, Shilpa.

  4. Our toddler does greet us with a lot of enthusiasm, but I don't think that is going to last. :P

  5. This really touched me and I love the visual effect you built up so well in the sentences, Shilpa. It brought out CHikoo's eagerness and disappointment so very well! Yes a kid does react that way, even today, when dad comes home :)

    1. Thank you, Shailaja! It's an everyday scene, since the past 11 and a half years! :-)


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