Kandu, our Indian mongrel, was just 3 weeks old when I got her home. Being the youngest in the family, she was pampered the most. This made her a little stubborn and spoilt at times. As she grew up, she still remained stubborn. Whenever, we admonished her, she would go towards the staircase which led to our terrace and sit on the stairs, her back facing us, refusing to look at our faces. We had to then pacify her. My dad would call her nakhrewali . Kandu had a strange relationship with our newspaper boy. If there ever will be a sport in flinging newspapers, our newspaper boy would definitely bring the gold for the country. Every morning, our newspaper boy would expertly fling the newspaper from a distance, directing it in such a way that it would cross our boundary wall and land straight on Kandu’s back. This would be followed by a small yelp from our nakhrewali. Initially, we wondered if this was done intentionally, but later realised that it was just the timing which was perfec...