At about ring five or six she begins to howl piteously. One thing she has learned since moving here from the dog pound is that ... of the truck window, and no barking at kitty like a lunatic.
As the CNG-run auto-rickshaw pulled away, I stepped onto the culvert, the cool evening air wrapping around me like a cloak. Just ahead, a pack of stray dogs roamed the street, their loud barking ...