THE LOST AND FOUND - A short story
“Sometimes the greatest heroes don’t wear capes. They wear collars… and have a soft spot for jalebis.” — and so begins the tale of Ravi, Bruno, and one unforgettable festival day. “Ravi, if you eat one more jalebi, I will have to carry you home,” his mother said. Ravi laughed. “Mummy, I’m only twelve.” “But you eat like you are thirty-five,” she replied. Bruno, Ravi’s big brown pet dog, wagged his tail. He didn’t understand the conversation, but he understood one important word: jalebi. It was the annual village festival. The ground was full of people. There were toy stalls, balloon sellers, loud music, and the smell of pakoras everywhere. Ravi held Bruno’s leash tightly as they walked through the crowd. “Don’t run,” Ravi told him. “There are too many people.” Bruno looked at Ravi as if to say, I am a dog, not a schoolboy. Near the temple, Ravi stopped to watch a puppet show. A king puppet was shouting at a minister puppet. Everyone was laughing. Then Bruno began pulling the leas...
