I didn’t only grow up in Aundh, I grew up with Aundh. As I walk out of my home of over 20 years, I realize that I will probably miss living in Aundh more than living in Flat No 7, M, S, Aundh. My first memory of this place is from when I was 3. My neighbour and I were swinging on the society gate. That gate has served as a wall between me and the stray dog Tommy that was chasing me. The same Tommy that bit 2 of my neighbours, one for having accidently stepped on his tail during a game of Hide-n-Seek where my friend tried unknowingly to also occupy Tommy’s favourite hide-out. I can’t remember why the other friend was bitten, but in this case too Tommy was probably not to blame – as this friend had also managed to get himself bitten by a fox at the zoo and a squirrel he ‘caught’ in Tommy’s owner’s general store. The trouble is that Tommy, unlike most strays, did not inspire pity in the eyes of his beholders. He was quite big and strong, we surmised this was due to the extraord
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