I was sitting on the main platform of Dehradun‘s tiny station, waiting for my late evening train. It was cold and I was clutching my fourth cup of coffee trying to suck some of the heat into my hands. This guy had been wandering inquisitively all over the station, getting chased by old garbage ladies and kicked at by little boys with indifferent mothers all afternoon. As the sun set he finally came sniffing under my bench and decided to lie down before my feet.
I was writing in my notebook about the trek we’d just concluded. I couldn’t resist adding him to my story.
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