I was walking upto school, unaccompanied by my usual escort of five siblings for the first time. I had assured my mother that I was old enough and the journey would be no trouble. Even so, I was extremely wary. It was unbecoming of girls to roam the streets alone in Karachi, the streets too, devoid of their usual commotion. I felt exposed.
Out of nowhere I found myself surrounded by two massive dogs, one jet black and the other shaggy brown. They had such a royal appearance that I recognized them at once.
I had often seen an old man, very frail, come stroll in the garden in front of my house at every full moon. He used to look up and close his eyes standing in front of a particular tree as if in prayer. Four huge dogs would surround him then, and circle him as if they…
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