Huffing and panting, I perched myself on the wooden bench under the maple tree, now leafless and apparently lifeless, that stood right in the center of the vast garden. Thankfully the new-year-fitness-resolution-crowd has thinned and the park was now dotted sparsely with regulars as January was about to say goodbye in a week’s time.

Closing the eyes, feeling the breath calm down to the normal cadence while soaking the feeble yet cheerfully yellow early morning sunshine, I was enjoying the state of bliss as the distant chirping of the birds played the soothing music enhancing the aroma of the cold, damp grass. Thought of a dandelion, from nowhere, or maybe from my subconscious which might have noted one while jogging;  swinging to the gentle breeze, singing its own song of happiness wafted across my mind.

A nudge on my shoulder however made the dandelion disperse in the wilderness of reality. As I turned, a sunny broad smile greeted me.

“Bonjour”, said he with his French ascent while taking a seat next and adjusting his portly, a bit long in tooth self.

“Hey, David, you there! Bonjour”, I replied. His beaming face and chirpy nature are infectious and before one knows, it rubs on to you. “Have been missing you since the last couple of days”, I asked with a genuine concern for he was a man of routine, as unfailing as the Sun rising every day at East!

“You better!” he winked as his wrinkles made a fancy dance on his jovial face. “Jo was not keeping well. But is better now”, continued he with a hint of disquiet.

“Oh, I see. And What about Nala? Has she settled in the new house well?”

“You bet! She did! She hit it right from day one. Jo however missed her much. He has taken it to his heart”, he sighed. “Accepting the reality was never easy for anyone”.

He paused for a long uneasy moment. “It comes with practice and time is the only solution”, said he with his gentle trademark smile returning back on his face erasing any and every hint of gloom that might have existed in a long-lost, fragile moment of time. Opening his bag and he pulled out a fresh croissant and a can of juice.

“Mind joining in?”, he checked as usual with the same sincerity as always.

“Thanks buddy, but I am running late”, I replied while getting up for my last two laps of the garden. “Some other day. Bon Journee”

“Bon Journee” he greeted with a slight nod of the head, raising his hand and waving me goodbye.

Catching speed, I finished my first lap. I could now see David enjoying his breakfast and engaged in conversation with someone, some other fitness regular at the park, who had joined him on the bench. From a distance, I could notice his friendly demeanor and gleeful disposition. He reminded me of the dandelion that lingered in my thoughts just a while before. ‘Is he not a real dandelion’, I meditated as my pace now had slowed down to the rhythm of the last lap, a short of few meters on my way to exit.

‘David the dandelion, how apt!’, reasoned my mind. Having lost his wife a few years back, after four decades of blissful togetherness, with no kids, he led a life of solitude all by himself reminiscing the time spent together. However, he continued their tradition of foster care. Together they had made for the perfect pet parents of the stray dogs from the neighborhood. Some of the neighbors however found it as a nuisance and a possible threat to their lives. But that never dithered them from their chosen path of bliss. Caring and raising the strays till they were adopted, gave a purpose to his void life, a meaning his lone existence, a reason to look forward to another day till it was time to move on to the other side of life.

Some see a weed, some see a wish… but that doesn’t stop the Dandelion to sing its happy song, be what it is and live life to the fullest… so did David…I must say, David The Dandelion!!!

Photo courtesy…I, me, myself! 🙂


Unishta · April 2, 2021 at 2:00 pm

Never realised how much I missed your stories

Shreyas Joshi · April 2, 2021 at 2:08 pm

My my, what a tale. Long time no see! And like always a classic story to make the reader stand there and experience the events first hand!

Neeta Kamboj · April 2, 2021 at 2:11 pm

Profound, loved the flow of thoughts, I felt I was there too!! Real to life

Pallavi · April 2, 2021 at 2:39 pm

Very nicely written Anagha…
be what it is and live life to the fullest…
Always like your stories…keep writing dear

Rupa hariharan · April 2, 2021 at 2:47 pm

Welcome back after a long break! Very well written….enjoyed reading it

Uma Natarajan · April 2, 2021 at 2:54 pm

Well written Anagha!!! Good to see you back to writing after a break!!!

Sathya Nair · April 2, 2021 at 3:02 pm

Loved reading this Anagha. As if I was there to experience it with you. Welcome back. Waiting for more such fulfilled reads.

Beena R · April 2, 2021 at 3:15 pm

Lovely story Anagha😊 Missed your stories all this while

Aruna Palkar · April 2, 2021 at 3:51 pm

Hi Anagha Such a wonderful story could not stop to read till ending and love to read again also Miss you and your nice stories,

Shivani · April 2, 2021 at 4:07 pm

Reading your story after a long time..Nicely penned enjoyed reading it.

Prasanna · April 2, 2021 at 4:25 pm

Lovely to see u back in action with your super style of writing!!👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

Ruchi · April 2, 2021 at 4:31 pm

Very well written anagha i miss your stories

Anagha · April 2, 2021 at 5:03 pm

Welcome back…. Very well written👍👍👍

Disha · April 2, 2021 at 6:05 pm

Oh my! Wonderful story!! Loved reading it! Pls add me to the list of your fans! ❤️❤️

Jai · April 2, 2021 at 6:53 pm

Nice and crisp, can’t stop when u start to read .. keep up the good work

Vaishali Khot · April 2, 2021 at 9:39 pm

As usual beautifully penned, loved reading, keep writing

सक्षम · April 2, 2021 at 11:09 pm

पुनश्च हरी ओम् 👍

K · April 3, 2021 at 9:52 am

Finally Anagha is back….wonderful story..waiting for next one

Neepa · April 3, 2021 at 6:42 pm

Very vivid..
Simple topic but experientially profound..
Keep ur creative mind going girl..

ANIRUDDHA ASHOK GADHIKAR · April 4, 2021 at 8:58 am

Anagha, nice one again. You are now master in transmitting the ambience and feeling that you experienc to the readers without any transmission losses.

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