After a whole week of hustling, Diya was eagerly awaiting a relaxed weekend. Living in a city far from her family, spending her weekends with friends was all she often looked forward to. But, just as she was thinking about her plans, the phone rang.
“Diya, Pluto is lost!” her mother cried, panic evident in her voice.
Tears welled up in Diya’s eyes. Pluto was her beloved dog, a cherished member of their family. Without a second thought, she made an excuse at work, grabbed her essentials and headed straight to the bus station.
Meanwhile, her brother, Shiva, who worked in Mumbai, received the same distressing news. Worried, he booked the earliest flight home as well.
Throughout the eight-hour bus journey, Diya sobbed quietly, thinking of all that could have gone wrong with Pluto. As her bus finally pulled into Mangalore, Diya wasted no time and hopped onto an auto-rickshaw. When she reached home, she flung open the gate and there, to her relief and joy, was Pluto, wagging his tail furiously.
Diya rushed to him, tears of joy rolling down her face as she hugged him tightly. Her mother stood nearby, a look of relief on her face too.
“He just got here an hour ago. I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up,” her mother explained.
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