I was walking back from office one evening when I suddenly decided that I wanted to check out the neighbourhood FabIndia shop. It was around 6 by the time I came out of the shop, but not yet dark. And instead of the usual direct way home, I took the more circuitous way (which is incidentally why I got to write this post)

Filled with thoughts of my smiling, giggly Baby at home, I was fast approaching my home. And that’s when I heard it – a tiny whimper. It sounded like someone wounded.

I looked around me – but could not see the source of the sound. Thinking that maybe it was a bird or a distant car horn, I walked ahead.

Again. The whimper started. This time, I stopped in my tracks and looked carefully around. I was almost near my home and just a few steps would take me in. But I couldn’t ignore that sound. It seemed so sad and I was compelled to do something for whoever it was.

That was when I saw it – a little stray puppy laying on its side near the kerb was whimpering. It had tears coming out of its eyes and seemed to be in a lot of pain. My own eyes were filled when I saw it. For some reason, the little thing reminded me of my Baby and the way he whimpers when he is sad.

I stood staring at it for some time, and resolutely walked ahead to reach the sanctuary of my home. What could I do? I live in a small apartment with no place for pets. Besides, I had my baby to consider – the puppy was a stray, and who knew what diseases it might bring into my home?

As I climbed the stairs to the second floor, I couldn’t resist looking at the little one. There were several people walking by – some who didn’t spare even a glance at the little thing, and some who kept pointing at it, some laughing at it.

But who am I to cast stones? And it now makes me sad to realise that maybe I could have at least given it some water and alleviated its suffering.

And it has awakened a new thought in me – here was a little animal in suffering and I ignored it. So did so many passersby. Would I and these ‘Others’ do the same if it was a fellow human in a similar situation? What if I or the ‘Others’ had to get somewhere quickly? Or what if it was dangerous to get involved? Would we leave that human to fate?

This post has been written as part of Blogadda’s contest for Too Busy To Care Syndrome in collaboration withΒ Tata Tea Jaago Re!

I am too busy to care, but want to do something.Β Jaago Re and BlogAdda.com are helping me do my bit for the society.