Tikka the Dog

SNAP! CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH. SNAP! CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH.

My eyes moved downward as I watched a lone piece of biscuit fall from my lips and join the avalanche of crumbs that rolled down my belly and onto my crossed legs. I was absentmindedly chewing while staring into the distance at the quickly-moving scene that played outside of the second-story window of our Sleeper Bus. We were on our 15th hour of a 16-hour-long overnight bus ride from Jaipur to Amitsar, India and tensions were high.

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