Reflections of Silky
I must have been in class V, if my memory doesn’t fail me and they were rich…very rich, rich in comparison to us…not in terms of money but because they had ‘Sherry’ - a black Pomeranian dog. Whenever we used to visit their place in the evening I would come back home very elated at having spent an entire evening with ‘Sherry’, but with a heavy heart wishing even I had a dog of my own. I had grown…