Fairytales don’t exist

Part Two Purgatory September 30, 2017. A suburb in Central New York. Faith stumbles and falls, her eyes blinded by tears. Affection was fickle. Faith was silly enough to hold on to love for dear life, and now, the hold is slipping. An obscure movie theater in Mumbai. Two people move exceedingly close to each other..


Fairytales don’t exist.

"You are the one for me. I cannot do any better, I don't want it any other way. You are the one! Your face is like home to me. " She was in paradise. He was asking for another chance, and she had always been head over heels in love with him. A brief moment that could have been an eternity passed between the two: just them, no intruders, in their own private bubble, on a beach in Mumbai. It was perfect. Life doesn't stay perfect however one wants it to: She had big dreams. She planned to move to the United states for a masters' degree. He was a year younger - younger, carefree and unclear about the future. "What do we do when I move away? How are we going to handle it?'

A day in paradise!

Huskies, Rottweilers, Great Danes, a Saint Bernard, Poodles, Dalmatians, Jack Russell Terriers, Yorkshire Terriers, Labradors, a Doberman or five, Tibetan Mastiffs, Bull Mastiffs, Bulldogs, Pugs, Pitbulls, Chihuahuas, Shih tzus, Spitzes, Golden retrievers, Daschunds, Beagles, German Shepherds and a precious Samoyed were the stars of the evening. Oblivious to all the attention, the furry delights walked about, being adorable, and impossibly patient, as the competitions proceeded in two rings. Also, I might have missed listing a breed or two, but, I think I got to hug almost all of them.