A Dog in the Park

I saw a dog in the park. It was playing with a bottle.
I saw the same dog run to me as I whistled.
I saw the dog stand in front of me, its eyes sparkled.
I saw the dog, fox-like, it looked.
I saw the dog go away and roam the park.
I saw the dog wander aimlessly, not knowing where to go.
I saw the dog looking for company.
I no longer saw the dog,  I had gone away.
I no longer saw the dog, it slipped my brain.
I no longer saw the, my heart let go.
I saw the dog again, it barked.
I saw the dog that ran.
I saw the dog that saw kids playing.
I saw the dog that sought to play.
I saw the dog that tried to make a friend.
I saw the dog be ignored.
I saw the dog feel sad, I saw the dog feel ignored.


It ran towards the kids joyfully, only to see that the kids did not care, nobody cared. It ran with energy, it stopped with weakness. It just stood there and I felt the dog and I felt sad. It made me think, what does a dog in a park do? Does it run all day? Does it chase butterflies? Does it chase away other dogs? Does it chase people away? Does it play with those who would? Does it sleep all day? Does it get bored? Is it used to its loneliness? Is it not? What does it feel?

'Dementor' Relived

Once, before, I had relived a chapter from 'The Hobbit.' It was called 'Roast Mutton.'
A few days ago, I relived the chapter, 'Dementor,' from 'Harry Potter.' Here's what happened.

I was in a train, going back to Pune from Hyderabad. It was a comfortable compartment, no one who was making a ruckus about things, no hostile discussions, no babies crying, clean, empty and all that. I was either immersed in my 'Political Science' book or my 'Physics' handbook or some music on my phone and for a straight two hours, I was watching 'Interstellar.' You know how long train journeys are. At 9 P.M, the Ticket Collector and a guard came to our compartment and asked us to shut all the windows. This was not new. Whenever the train is on this route, between two specific stations, Solapur and Pune or Solapur and Hyderabad, the windows are ordered to be shut. My window was broken and it did not get locked.
At 9:30-10 P.M, everybody in the compartment went to sleep. if not that, were really silent. It began to rain outside and we were in the middle of nowhere. Interstellar had drained the battery and I was left with my phone, listening to some songs that could help me pass the time. I tried to stay up till I reached Pune, but at 10:30 P.M, my mind gave in. I had my jacket underneath my head, as cushioning. The window was "closed." I slipped into sleep at 10:35 P.M.
Twenty five minutes later, in a dark train, when most of the lights were switched off, I woke up to see something I never had before. There was a hooded face in front of me, outside the window. The face was concealed by the hood's shadow. There was a flash of lightning at the light that reflected off his eyes told me that he was looking at me, peering at me through that darkness. It was raining cold and mist had slowly begun to set in. All that was between me and the face were the 5 grills of the window. This was when I realised that the train was not moving. It was in one place, in the middle of nowhere- not a single light to be seen for a long distance. Then, I saw two hands grabbing the jacket underneath my head. I sat up with a startle and the weight that was on my jacket, was no more. The face slid down and the hands went with it. With those hands went my jacket.
I half-knew what had happened, but still, I looked out of the window to conclude whether it was what I had thought or not. I saw the hooded man run away, with a cape extending from his hood. He made a peculiar shriek. From the sides ran two more similarly dressed people. Then, I heard a woman scream; scream her lungs out. The entire compartment woke up to this scream. The feeling of a threat hadn't passed. I thought the dacoits were in the train. But, like a patronus charm, the RPF had come with a torchlight. Maybe, that prevented the dacoits from entering the train. The patronus had worked. Everyone was alert, but the patronus calmed everyone down. The RPF restored courage.
 My jacket, something that made me happy, something that I loved, was taken away by the dementors, a woman  screamed and a patronus charm was cast by the RPF. Nothing fits better than this in reliving a 'Dementor' chapter. The rest of the journey was not that long. Someone else was woke up and did not go back to sleep. He asked me not to worry and that he'd look out for any trouble. I went back to sleep. I miss that jacket of mine.

Well, Expecto Patronam, I guess. 

Soon to begin and soon to end

The clouds outside are grey and dark,
Heavy and tear-y!
But, before the clouds turned beautifully glum,
they were bright and plum.
They'll turn back, soon enough. 

Haikyu?

When life is stagnant,
Everything seems to be pungent.
Everything moves towards you
Only like a tangent;
Never making a considerable change.