I still don\’t know.

When I was young I befriended a street dog

He ran around me and followed me everywhere

I used to sit near him and watch him wag his tail

I never talked and he never listened

But still, we communicated

How?

Even I don’t know

There are things you don’t know

Like a mother communicates with her child

Out of all those words that I blurted out

That silence with my dog was the best talk

He died some days later

And whenever I am surrounded by noise

I imagine his tail and I communicate with him

How?

I still don’t know.