This is a story of trust, hope, and resilience.
She was just a tiny pup, barely three months old, abandoned across Espacia, near Starling Mall. Alone, trembling, and terrified, she hid in the bushes, her innocent eyes scanning a world that had already betrayed her.
The tiny pup didn’t know how to fend for herself, how to find food, or how to cross the road safely. The presence of larger dogs only heightened her fear, making her shrink further into the shadows, waiting for something—anything—to change her fate.
Then, a kind soul appeared. A young man, barely in his twenties, noticed the pup’s fragile existence amidst the chaos of the city. He stopped, his heart heavy with the burden of her suffering. He saw not just a stray, but a helpless child thrown into an unforgiving world.
Determined to help, he reached out to a dog walker nearby, asking if he knew anyone who could rescue the pup. The dog walker, Shariful, shared two contacts—Nidhi’s and mine.
The young man dialled my number first, but I was unwell and didn’t answer. He then called Nidhi Mishrai , who, without hesitation, offered the little one a place in her shelter. He even arranged for a pet taxi to take her there.
Moments later, I saw his missed call and called him back. As he recounted the story, a heavy weight settled on my heart. Shelters, though meant for safety, were no place for such tiny, vulnerable souls. The thought of the pup there, exposed to infections, fighting for survival among so many, wanted to sentence her to a slow and painful death.
My heart broke. Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at the frail pup, her fate delicate. I whispered to her, “Whatever Guruji decides for you, will be for the best.” And with that, I had to leave for a meeting, though my mind remained shackled to her plight.
As the pet taxi arrived at Starling Mall to take the pup away, my phone buzzed. A message from an old friend popped up—a message that felt nothing short of divine intervention. “We are looking for a puppy. My children cannot stay without a dog. Do you have any puppies available?”
And just like that, Hope had found its way home.
Within thirty minutes, the pup was no longer an abandoned soul hiding in the bushes. She was in warm, loving arms, showered with affection. She played till late into the night, her small tail wagging for the first time in what must have felt like forever.
As the pup drifted off to sleep in her new family’s embrace, the past began to fade away.
By morning, the angels who had saved the pup took her for vaccinations. And in the evening, I would visit Hope—a name that now belonged to her, a name that embodied her journey. Perhaps, one day, she will teach me how to trust again, even when trust has been shattered repeatedly.Hope was abandoned. Hope was broken. But Hope survived. And Hope found love.
And that is how this story ends—not with despair, but with a promise that kindness still exists in this world.
