The night was a soothing mist of breeze and reflected moonlit surfaces of the incoming waves, on the beach. The moonlight fell centrally, forming the naive like courtyard where she, the empress moon, sat with her legs crossed, with the presence of the ministers of the tides and stars alike.
The clouds acted as a grandiose ceiling giving the viewer the feeling of a colossal aisle.

Shakti lay there comfortably with her hands folded on her knees, her hair as if meandering with the air current, giving it a supposed shape. She was a girl living in her twenties, with a naturally maintained body, and a slender wheatish skin, and bold features. She had sneaked out taking her dad’s scooter, and like a pacing steed she raced her way from kandivali to silver beach.
Her lips had a brown tinge due to her regular smoking and was wearing a pair of spectacles with a piano black plastic frame.

She was thinking about the life that she was living, how lonesome it got the more she grew up, how burdensome it became, when after a certain benchmark age, she had to change according to the responsibilities respectively. She was thinking about the boys she had loved and how each one of them rejected her personality as a partner. Rejections had fuelled her social confusions more. Currently though, situations were not that bad. She had some friends, too close to her, like siblings. She was too cliche about closure.

That night, the beach was hers to claim. She was walking, facing south towards the sealink along the shore. She was so engrossed in the recesses of her thoughts that she was oblivious of a stray dog following her. The squealing of the hungry dog snapped her back to reality.

She looked back at the patchy white coats of it. It was a stray which looked like an abandoned pet, as it was mere impossible for a wolf hound species to roam freely. It was all dusty in appearance and looked like it hadn’t eaten anything since days. She adored it, patted its back, which appeared to be all bones and meagre flesh. He was malnourished. She went back to her Scooty, opened its front compartment, and removed a packet of chips she had kept just in case she felt hungry. It was her sneaking out thing. She had fancied a survivalistic habit of keeping things like these just in case. She fed the chips to the starving dog. He felt so contemptuous that he cried and rubbed his head against her lap and licked her cheeks with repetitive squeals.
Tears trickled down through the gleaming eyes of the poor creature as she kept her hand over his head.

She cajoled the undersides of his lower jaw which soothed him so much that the wagging of his tail gained momentum, and his facial features relaxed with an outstretched tongue. The overwhelmed creature suddenly started behaving like a puppy, pounced around the sand and jumped to and fro until finally throwing himself onto her lap. She laughed as his furry lean body tickled her. She then cajoled his coat and he was enjoying her company looking at the sea link with an upright seated posture. She looked at the dog and thought of a way to eradicate her loneliness, her vices, anything that brought negativity in her life, by adopting that poor thing. She then called upon the dog who was already overjoyed to accompany her anywhere she would go. The dog was subject to the neglected societal malfunction, and bravely bore it’s ruthless weight, so she named him Atlas. She tucked him in the leg space of her scooty and adjusting her legs comfortably, she drove off.

The dog was enjoying his ride. He let the chasms of wind hit his face, shifting his loose skin back, with his tongue and canine exposed. She looked at him and felt complete, that the dog was the manifestation of her situation, that it was the culmination of all her remaining childish self she had left with her, that the dog was the light of companionship which she craved for subconsciously, The Atlas which kept her self infliction at bay.

– Hrishikesh Patil