I Waited For You But You Did Not Come

What to do. I sit. I stand. I stretch my legs. Where the hell are you? I walked around the house.  But there’s nothing to do. The tv is on. You left it open for me. As if that will compensate for your absence. Yeah, I like listening to music occasionally but mostly I don’t know what the hell is going on inside that box full of unintelligible noise.

Bored, I went to sleep. Hoping this will fast forward time. I dreamt of food. Chicken. Hmm. Eggs. Those are my favorites. Waking up,I felt hungry. Leave it to you to keep my food out of my reach. I drunk some water and begun the cycle again. Stretching. Sitting. Walking around. Why is the time not getting any faster?

Finally in utter frustration I saw the pillow on the bed and shredded it into pieces. I’ll show you! Then the plants did not escape my wrath. Ha! This will really rile you up! The newspapers! You are next! Looking around  I am unrepentant of the destruction I caused. That will teach you to leave me all alone again!

My momentary insanity exhausted  me and I lay down to catch my breath. I gazed gloomily out the window. How I envied the birds on the trees flying so freely on and about. My ears perked up when I heard the children’s laughter from outside. Those are my friends. I longed to play with them.  What’s keeping you so long?  I can’t bear the silence when you are gone. And those blasted airplanes scares me every time it passes over our house. It always sounds like the world is going to end.


I started doing laps around the house. From the dining room to the bedroom. Running as fast as I could then jumping on the bed. I do this for a few rounds. That’s the only exercise I can get today. Thanks to you. I stopped when I heard pitter patter on the rooftops. It is raining! I love playing in the rain but how can I? You locked me inside.

I went back to the window. I was feeling drowsy again. The sound of rain lullabied me to sleep. You better be here when I wake up or I will forever ignore you.

I heard the gate opens. My heart thundered inside my chest. I tried to calm myself. I was resolved to ignore you. How can you keep me waiting for so long? You are supposed to be home hours ago. But  I heard your footstep by the door and my damn tail won’t stop wagging. Traitor! Be still. You look so sorry as you look at me. But I was in an unforgiving mood. I will not run towards you.  But what to do about my tail? It has a life of its own and was vent on betraying  me.

You reached down to pet my head.

“I am sorry my dear boy for coming home so late. The traffic was really bad. I came as soon as I could.” You sound so pathetic I had to forgive you. I surrendered. I rolled over to let you rub my tummy. What can i do? I truly love you.


©JMKhapra

18 thoughts on “I Waited For You But You Did Not Come

  1. What a cute story….. I often wonder if my dogs sometimes feel this way….
    I am a big dog lover and have two dogs of my own, Zeus and Lucky. They are so funny, loving, and snuggly! I love them with all of my heart and soul! I have started a blog for my Rottweiler Zeus called Saving Zeus. He has a rare genetic disorder and we are trying to raise funds for the medical tests and treatment that he desperately needs. Also on my blog, I have funny stories and really cute photos of both of my boys. If you would like to help us save Zeus or would just like a laugh after reading a funny story, visit my page. Since I am just getting started on my blog, there will be many more stories to come so check back every once in a while!

  2. Thank you! He’s an adorable dog. His name is Babar. He is a much nicer dog than what I wrote about him. Lol. I am sorry to hear about Zeus. I hope he will get better. Checking out you blog now. Take care, 🙂

  3. What a nice description. I think of Robert Browning who wrote ‘…..the moments made eternity’.
    Thank you for your ‘lije’ on my blog post. I have done the same thing on yours. I am also following your blog with immediate effect.

    1. I think my dog being mute in human speak has perfected the of art evocative expressions which constantly leaves me wandering what’s going on in that mind of his. Thanks also for passing by and reading ones of the stories. Someone reading your story is a reward in itself after expressing oneself through writing. When I saw your post I was just thinking that some people were liking my stories because they are selling something in their pages. Marketing must be quite a task. Lots of good posts out there. One must not waste time on a such a tiresome occupation.

  4. I love his name! Babar is awfully cute! I’ve always wondered what goes through my dog’s mind — not necessarily when I’m gone because I know he sleeps to pass time or cries in distress to get me to come back for just two more minutes. But I wonder what he’s thinking when we’re together!

    Thanks for writing this.

    Visiting from Writing on Edge

  5. Thank you Bella! It was a pleasure writing this. Babar’s name came from a Mughal emperor who ruled India once. Ancestor of sha jahan, the one who built Taj Mahal. A little trivia there. I am fascinated with the Mughal empire I begged my husband to let me name him Babar. It stuck. 😀 as I mentioned earlier Babar is really a sweetheart and not spiteful like how I wrote it. Lol. Though he has that bit of a naughty streak sometimes which inspired me write this story. Thanks for passing by. 🙂

  6. At first I was a little confused (even though I saw the picture of that adorable dogy) but I got the hang… It was great to read a dog’s perspective… we’re so busy with our own lives that we forget animals have feelings too… 🙂

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