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Monday, October 12, 2015

BACK TO WHERE IT ALL BEGAN (CHAPTER - 12)

Dawa finally went back to Paro where some of the older dogs recognized him. The only reason for his coming back to Paro was that he wanted to meet Moley and went to the places she normally visited. But finding her nowhere, he went to her favourite place under the steps of the lhakhang in town. There he found a young dog mother feeding and licking her litter of puppies. Dawa was suddenly overcome with a sense of paternity. She looked so contented that Dawa did not want to intrude into this serene scene of a happy family. He was turning back to go away from that place when she called out asking him if he wanted anything.
Through the talk with her Dawa learnt that she was the third generation niece of Moley and she was her great-great-great aunt. Dawa then introduced him as a friend of Moley. When Dawa looked surprised on hearing that Moley had passed away years ago, she wanted to know what was so surprising about it as Dawa himself did not look so young either. Dawa rushed back to the pool he would use as a mirror, on the left bank of the river, to practise his howling posture long ago. Dawa was intrigued by the seemingly long passage of time and wondered about his place amidst all the visible changes. He had to look at himself. But the blue pristine pool was no more what it was before. When he looked into the water, he could not find his reflection as there were plastic bags, empty packets of Maggi, two empty bottles of Mountain Spring water, one half shoe and even a packet of Amul Taaza on the water and the bushes and plants around!
 Dawa removed some of the garbage from the surface of the water and looked at himself in the muddy water. He found a blurry figure in the murky water with rainbow colours around, like the ones one finds around the statues in the temples. He was surprised and crouched down to have a closer look. It was not luminous like the one finds around Buddha’s head, but oily and poisonous. Concerned Dawa looked around for the changes. So much has changed during his absence – the ever growing number of cars, the mechanical workshop, and the buildings everywhere. He wondered if the sleeky rainbows in the pool of water were being caused by the garbage or the changes. Being a dog without the intellect of the humans, it was difficult for him to find out the answer, so he decided to concentrate on his reflection in the water. He looked very old and pensive. He then smiled a smile of contentment thinking about all the places he had been to, beyond Paro. It was mainly due to Moley.
Then he positioned himself like he used to long time ago. He tried to focus on the imaginary moon, the source of his name and identity. He thought about his dead family next. Then he howled, the loud, muffled sound slowly rising to a crescendo followed by a lingering tremor. This is how he paid his tribute to Moley and Paro.
It was no different in Thimphu. Most of the younger lot had no idea about who Dawa was and those who had heard about him being the leader of the howling pack once, found it difficult to believe that he was the same Dawa. They thought that he was trying to have fun by trying to be a part of an urban legend! The only logical explanation, felt Dawa, of the mysterious passage of time could have been his long stay at the cave of Gelong Ma Pelmo.

Thimphu is what he has chosen to be his home. He has a wonderful view of the whole Thimphu valley from his place near Changangkha lhakhang. He rues not having any children of his own, but that frees him from any responsibility of parenthood. He smiles when he hears the nightly howling, as indisciplined as it was not during his time. But he was pleased to think that every dog was entitled to freedom of speech. Day after day he watched Thimphu town growing and spreading, converting the paddy fields into concrete blocks and climbing up the forested hills. He realized with fond wisdom that Thimphu will grow to its destined size and his eyes become misty with loving emotion.

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