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Last night, I'd gone for a late night movie, 'Dhoni'. I parked the car some distance away from the mall because I thought the parking would be crowded (since it was Dassera).

I watched the movie and loved it. I think Sushant Singh Rajput is deep in a way that is hurtful. It's as if, from this point on, whatever he does will necessarily be visceral.

Anyway, the movie ended and I walked back into the little dark lane where I had parked the car. Except that I couldn't enter the lane. There was a forest of dogs barking loudly and charging towards me until I had backed off on to the main road completely. Late night is when the pick-up trucks and other assortments of vehicular contraptions are seen in Aundh. (They work on the roads at night to make them worthy of the video-game obstacle status you encounter the next day.)

Anyway, I looked around for a stick or a stone to scare away the dogs with. But the horde just kept growling so I was scared. Meanwhile, from the corner of my eye, I could see a cab coasting back and forth around the area where I was stranded. It stopped. A man rolled down his windows and asked me what was wrong. I told him that there were these dogs I was scared of and my car was parked in the lane.

He parked his car, got out, and told me to walk with him. He shooed the dogs away. I thanked him, got in my car, and left.

Some days one is just so glad for the kindness of strangers.






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