I’m Bhuttu speaking

September 19th, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

I’m Bhuttu Speaking

Everyone has born in this world for a purpose. Though it was a bitch only, I feel everyone in this world is important.
Though Love is a four-letter word, some hidden fact is set up inside the word.
God has created every one of us for some purpose. It is our duty to fulfill the wishes of God.
When I was born, I did not have any name. After one week when my mistress brought me to her place, I was named Bhuttu as my mother’s name was Lattu. The day I came to my mistress’s house, I was very sad as I left my mother that day and thought of my mistress’s cruelty.
When I reached, my mistress‘s family, they were very happy to see me there and I just urinate, they all laughed at me. Her younger brother immediately said, Don’t laugh at it,” it is also a human being “.
Hearing this they all started laughing and said, ” Is it a human being ? It is a puppy “.
After two days, it was raining heavily. I went out of my kennel and got stuck in the mud. Her brother came immediately and rescued me. I used to urinate all the time. My master’s family used to shout at me sometimes.

My mistress’s father was a very kind-hearted person. During winter he used to keep me warm by giving me a hot water bag. This way the days passed. I became a little big. I used to go with them when they were going out. I knew their school timing so when they used to go to school I never went out of the house.
Once I felt sick, my mistress’s father treated me with antibiotic medicine. He used to give me honey, but it was so bitter that I did not want to take any medicine.
That time I learned the word Medicine. Whenever I used to feel sick they used to say the word. I never used to wait there.
They are human beings, so they are naturally more intelligent than me. They never used to utter the word then.
After a year, I fell in love with their neighbhour’s Lucky, a handsome stout fellow, of course, a dog. I gave birth to five children. This way the days passed. One day my mistress’s father was walking in the garden, he tried to pick up a black ribbon from a corner suddenly I saw the act. I immediately jump on him and barked at him. He asked, “what’s the matter Bhuttu “? Then he saw that a small snake running away from that side. I was patted by him. I felt very lucky as I could save my master.

It was a sad incident in my life. If I think of that incident I really felt that ” I’m lucky”. Whenever my mistress’s family used to go anywhere I used to follow them, but that unfortunate day, they just boarded in the taxi and I was left alone on the road. I saw some menace followed me. I started running and they followed me. When it became dark, I could not find my way home. That was a nightmare for me. I started searching my way with disappointment. Then I just slept. In the early morning, I found a gang of dogs staring at me. I got very much frightened. Two days passed I could not find my house. I was hungry. I was so fearful that I could not search for my food even. That time I felt that the “world is very cruel”. On the third day when I was passing a lane, suddenly I heard my name .”Is it Bhuttu?” The grandmother shouted. I jumped and entered the house.
Looking at me, all the family members greeted me like their lost child. All the members started sobbing by looking at me. All ran to give me my food. That was the love and affection I got from that family.
This way, years passed. I became 10 years old. My mistress’s marriage was fixed. I cried every day as she would leave soon. I knew, without any time she will leave the house. I knew that how much her parents must be feeling. Whenever she used to hug me I used to feel pain in my heart. The day she left for her husband’s house, I stopped eating and hid under the house. I knew that my days came to an end as I loved each one of them very much. But she was special to me because I used to think that I got a very special house. When I stopped eating, I prayed to God about her well-being and said If I was born again I should get such a family-like My Mistress.

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