These are two of my CEPT friends who greeted us each time we visited. The man is one of the guards at the gate. Just as the man was guarding the campus, the scruffy old dog followed and guarded him at all times. When the man stood at the gate, so did the old dog. When he sat in the chair , the dog lay at his feet, or they walked side by side. Whenever I didn’t see the dog, I would signal where? The man would smile, and point to a nearby place where the old dog was lying in the shade. The day of our late night flight back home, I told the man that we were leaving for America. David said don’t be silly, “He sees people come and go all the time,” but the man put his hand over his heart. He did care. I shook his hand and patted the old dog goodbye.
This Is Incredible India!