Waiting
Every morning on my way to the metro station, I saw a dog sitting outside a closed shop. Initially, I assumed he was just another stray dog. But after about a week, he whimpered softly as I passed, looking up at me with pleading eyes.
Thinking he was hungry, I carried a chapati for him the next day. He was there. He gobbled up the chapati in two mouthfuls before sniffing my hands and bag for more food.
Soon, it became our routine. I carried food for him, and he waited near the same pillar.
One day, he was not there. I called out to him, but there was no response. After not seeing him for several days, I finally went into the shop to ask about him.
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The shop owner listened patiently and then gestured to his helper.
“I lost my dog after an accident left me bedridden for weeks,” the shop owner said. “When I finally reopened my shop last week, Simba was waiting outside for me.”
Just then, the helper walked in with Simba trotting beside him. Simba rushed towards me, his tail wagging wildly.
“Thank you for feeding him,” the shopkeeper said softly.
I fought back tears as I petted Simba.I knew I had a new friend now.
