When strangers try to help you make new friends

Last year I lost a dear friend- Raja. A three legged adorable stray who graduated to becoming my dearest office bud & sounding board.

I think the security guys in the premises were more affected than I was. He was their night companion. They'd even share some of their dinner with him. Well, those large pleading eyes usually worked like a charm.

But in all of this they were more sensitive to the loss I felt. Sweet inquiries followed for the longest time. And of course there were attempts to replace him. Like one day they literally hauled me to the back of the building to show me their new find. This dumb looking black stray they had envisaged could replace Raja. Well their intention was certainly noble but their candidate a disaster! Within half an hour of finding him they had christened him 'Kaliya' (a very creative name for a black dog). Well Kaliya was something else. Dumb to the core, non responsive and lazy. And as soon as he was unleashed, he ran away!

The less said about the second attempt the better! The third attempt is currently under way. Its been three days and the project seems to be working. We have this lovely brown and white little fellow who sits near the gate. Seems like he's going to stay. (#fingers-crossed). And on Friday the security guys promised to feed him Parle G biscuits through Saturday, Sunday so that he stays. Well if he stays, I think I'll call him Parle G.

And be eternally grateful to how people you hardly know, in circumstances you least expect show such goodness.