A puppy on a rope.

There is something about a pup and its soulful eyes that tugs at my heartstrings.

On my walk to work these days, I see a little pup on a long leash. Just that the long leash around its fragile neck is a threadbare rope. But the pup does have a once-upon-a-time red belt to salvage its pride.

The proud owners of this mangy little pup have all their belongings and worldly possessions piled onto a push-cart. The pup sleeps on a little hammock like arrangement at the bottom of the push cart. The early morning rays of the sun warming its furry little body. What a sweet sight to behold.

But today, the little pup was tied to the huge tree on the road watching the morning rush roll by. I whispered some sweet nothing babble to it as I walked past.

The little pup wagged its tail vigorously and its little body did a little jig. So much happiness bestowed on a stranger walking past. And that too not the canine variety.

How I wish we all could be like that. To be able to show love to all our fellow human beings. But this wish is far stretched from reality.

In a world dominated by much violence, hatred and jealously. There's a surely a lesson to be learned from pups and dogs!