Skip to main content

Broonie- the dog story!

broonie dog story
“Broonie”
On some days, I write words
On others, I narrate stories!
Here’s a story from
The days: When I was learning to keep my head held high enough to part away from all the glories!
Somewhere in the course of my journey,
I met this mighty friend
I don’t know what his name was
But for sure he replied pretty well too – “Broonie!”
He has witnessed the unseen,
explored the roads left untravelled by “hoomans“,
hunted the huntsman pack
and above all, he managed to keep his calm at the time of adversities!
Somewhere in this rhythm of personification:
Intentionally, I doubted his position and that’s when the ‘chacha’ passing by narrated the tales from his days of glory!
No less than an armour,
He wore his pride.
He has seen thousands of faces passing by
He has witnessed the places changing and weather of the mountains switching,
He was parted from the family when he was just 5!
Merely 5 days,
When he was taken away
Fighting street battles
Learning the art of survival
The scars on his coat of uneven fur
Evidently, highlighted his acts of valour!
Listening to the tales from old days
we all stood
A cloud of thoughts hurling in our mind💭
A strong neural impulse to learn:
  1. The art of survival.
  2. Giving way to self-respect.
  3. Sharing pride in what we presently ought to be!
As we were about to go:
Broonie, once again, hold our sight
A friend of mine clicked the shot
And like all others, we passed by:
“Broonie“!
–Etched Mirage writes✍✌
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Art of Judging People V/S Fear of Getting Judged

Do you ever stop yourself from doing something just because of “ log kya kahenge ”? I do! In fact, I’ve judged myself more than anyone else ever has. There are days when we judge others, but the harshest judgment often comes from within. My own vision shackled me with invisible chains.  A constant fear that kept me from being myself: Fear of dancing in public. Fear of getting clicked (what if I look old, not good enough?). Fear of wasting potential, of not living up to “standards.” The Weight of Opinions Over time, these fears weren’t even mine. They were borrowed from the world around me: Too much affection in public? "Wrong. Don't do it!" Getting drunk? “Good people, don’t do that.” Dating someone? “Weren’t you supposed to make it big, first?" Our society writes invisible rules, and we live inside that 10x10 room of opinions. The walls keep closing in, until one day people say, “ Aadmi acha tha, potential bohot tha, bura hua! ” The Circle of Judgement The circle o...
1 comment
Read more

Skeptical Trajectory

Skeptical Trajectory! Often, I think of nth possibilities, Of twisting the "things", "paths" and "crossroads"! You see,  I'm trying!  .. I'm trying to fix:  The Skeptical Trajectory That has caged me  For time  I can't give an account of! .. Throughout my teenage, I have been a follower Definitely, not of the right deeds  But of simple "defined traits" pattern. .. "शायद, यह नज़रिया कभी मेरा था ही नहीं। और शायद कभी पूरी तरह बन भी नहीं पाया। यूं समझो की ऊंची दीवारों के इस 8X8 के कमरे में एक मैं हूं और कमरे की दीवार में जो सुराख है, वहां से आती रोशनी मेरा नज़रिया भी और दुनिया देखने का दायरा भी।" .. The Skeptical Trajectory, That I had chosen to follow! It's funny,  You know! It is!  .. Sometimes, at night; I sit on the floor,  Against the dark, Extra for a minute, A Minute turning into hours As I watch the night sky full of stars!  .. There are nights; a bit darker ones, Full of dangling eeriness!  That makes me...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Growing Bud

"She was like a mirror, too fragile to handle but still helps to reflect till her last shattered piece mixes with sand dust!" Yes, you read it right. She was too fragile to handle. But she was the one who was around me during all the tough times. Maybe we belong to a different community or culture but she understood me more than the one who classifies under the same banner as 'I'. She was someone special! No, not a lover she was. She was the one who always cared the most. A kind of true friend.The one you find in a lifetime or more. Maybe she was confused with someone else but a true 'girl   friend' she is. See, I left a space between that word and I really meant that. Space I left here, ain't a stereotype but a space that is to be filled when I gonna realise that finally, I could pay her debt. The debt for being so supportive and caring towards me.A kind of best protagonist type from a happy ending Bollywood movie where good triumphs over evil....
3 comments
Read more