It was ten days since I bought my shoes...
And a week since I decided to jog...
And It was the third day of my jogging...
Some day. 4:30 AM.
Thirumangalam - Mugappair Road.
I put on my shoes, dressed all like an athlete...and started jogging.
Sections of the road were alighted, while the rest were pitch dark.
Not all of the lights were supposed to work in that road. It was an unwritten rule.
Jogging in such a road, was not only an exercise for my leg muscles, but also to my iris adjusting its pupil in rapid succession between the dark and bright sections of the road.
It was then I noticed...that I was being followed...
And that it was a dog...
I did not panic, for I could tell from its demeanor, that it was enjoying a jog itself.
I ignored it.
After I reached the allowable jog-radius from my home-center, I took a round trip.
It was when I reached my doorstep, I noticed that the dog had followed me all the way home.
I ignored it.
I had to take my bike to college that day, since I was too late for the train. I took the highway.
That was the first time , I found shredded rotten carcasses of street dogs meshed with the texture of the road... filling the air around with a stench that lingers in your nose and mind... long enough to disturb a stone.
The next morning. 4.30 AM. I looked back quite a number of times while jogging.
No dog was jogging with me.