When I woke up this morning, I didn’t think that a visit to ER would be in the cards. My mother is a huge fan of reading horoscopes in the morning papers. And I stubbornly refuse to divulge in them. Maybe my horoscope would have rightly predicted this visit.

I definitely didn’t think that I would be spending my weekend with 2 dogs… one my savior and other a bully… both injured, a hysterically crying girl, her even so more hysterically angry and tense parents… all waiting for the doctor to come and check for injuries by dog fight…

If the doctor doesn’t come soon, there will be dog fight today… AGAIN…

The dog was glaring at me… the girl was wailing and glaring at me (HOW on earth is she doing that?!?)… Her parents were glaring at me… I had nobody on my corner. At this point of time, they were more concerned with footing the bill and I with the possibility of a rabies shot.

I grimaced.

But I think I shouldn’t have done that…

Because after looking at my face, I was meet by a variety of expressions. The dog flinched and snarled a bit loudly… the girl flinched and wailed more loudly… the parents flinched and looked angrier...

But for all I know, they could be constipated…

I have seen that look on my some of my teammates… before they run to the toilets… to find it already occupied by my other teammates… And the end result is not good.

When you are holed up at a place, where you could be called up any time to fight or having a stake out near enemy grounds… you take any form of entertainment you get… even if it came at the cost of your teammates’ dignity. The only thing I wanted to have during those times was a bucket full of cheese and caramel popcorns.

I sighed deeply…

This is certainly not the way; I wanted to spend my weekend.

A whine from my side demanded my attention. I turned to smile on the extremely adorable dog on my side.

Such a pity that he already had an owner. I had her mobile number and address from his collar. I had left a voice mail since she didn’t pick up my phone.

I wish I could have him patched up and delivered to his home before she comes to know of this incident.

But I won’t count on my luck today.

She would probably fly into rage because I got her cute dog hurt… I would have too…

I smiled and gave him a pat on his head. He barked once and flopped down in demand to give him belly rubs.

I chuckled at his cheeky behavior and bend down to give him well-deserved belly rubs…

Someone cleared their throat and coughed a few times, demanding my attention.

My dog and I both turned to the offending human, both growled just a bit for interrupting our happy time…

Hii Guys & Girls,

From last Chapter, I began exploring Adam’s issues after his leaving military.

You all know, how much all our countries’ military contributes to our safety and security. It pains me to find that several of them suffer from PTSD, after glimpsing the horrors of war.

I want to dedicate this chapter to the Armed Forces, of all countries, who sacrifice their chance at a normal life and stand against the face of terrorism. Even now amid the threat of COVID 19, they are working hard to make sure that we, as a society can have a normal life. I want to salute to their bravery, selflessness, sacrifice and patriotism. I also salute their families for their support & courage. I would have been worried sick if any of the people I care were in the Armed forces. I cannot even begin to think of how much our soldiers and their families sacrifice for us.

I pray to the almighty, to safeguard them and bless all them & their families for their sacrifice and bravery.

I want all those readers reading my story to take a minute to pray for their safety and bless them for their bravery and sacrifice.

Thank you all…

So Long…