The dreary Delhi skies made the Lotus Temple nearly blend into them. It was towards the end of a long sightseeing day, I was tired and it was a long walk from the parking lot. I decided to skip seeing the interior, particularly as this is a temple where a lot of people pray on a regular basis.
In the garden area were several dogs. One sweet looking but skinny blonde female caught my attention. She had an injured back leg and was searching the faces of passersby, hoping to find someone who would help her.
With a slightly lowered head and a wagging tail, she approached person after person and was rejected. One Indian woman in a red sari recoiled in horror and disgust at the dirty starving creature craving human companionship who approached and sniffed at her clothing.
The dog approached me, too, wagging her tail. She’d made a good choice as, under different circumstances, I would likely have taken her home with me. But there was nothing I could do for her at that place and time. I didn’t even have anything edible to offer her.
With all the needy people I had already seen begging at traffic signals, why did the plight of this dog elicit such sadness in me, more so than even some human beings? I thought about that as I returned to the car and never came up with an answer.