A Playful Companion at Dusk

A Playful Companion at Dusk

There on the horizon, the saffron coloured flame began to set, continuing its daily routine, and there I was trying to perfect exponential and logarithmic functions, integrals and differentials and stuff, looking at the sun dive into the ground in slow motion. 

Then came one of my friends and with him I saw this tiny creature, as tiny as my palm, fragile and light. It was snow white with patches of light green pastures expanding in random ways. It was the tiniest puppy I had ever seen, it was a stray, but it was beautiful!

There I saw my companion, jumping around with a hunting instinct, pouncing at air and emptiness, nibling at my shirt and jeans, fingers and toes. He left him with me and it was fun to have the company of this puppy, fur of which was glib and warm, who was as light as a feather, as tiny as a brick, bones of which were cartilage and the barks of which were like the cries of a baby or the pleasant music from the shrieks of puppies, the sound is incomparable. 

And there we both were, the pup and myself. It joined me in solving math and I occasionally had to stop it from chewing my book with its toothpick like teeth, blunt yet sharp. 

As the sun shone its last few rays, we stared at him, me holding the puppy in a cradled fashion and once the sun set and was no longer visible, the wild instinct returned. After a while, it went back to my friend.

Having a puppy by your side while solving pi and math is a different feeling altogether.