I never knew Laddoo. And every time Laddoo was mentioned, a part of me grew to harbor a spot of admiration for the bugger.
That's what happens when you're at the tip of the iceberg.
Laddoo loved. Immeasurably.
And he was loved immeasurably back.
It is said a person's legacy is how mamy they affected.
Laddoo has a legacy in his own right, in the form of the lives he touched.
To Ladoo, wherever you are, I hope you are happy. It is magical to get to know you through the eyes of the people you've loved. I can only wish, I could have experienced your magic myself.
There was a boy who lived, and there was the dog who lived, and unlike the fantasy boy, laddu was magical for all to see, feel and hear, bringing the adoration and love from even those suffering from acute cynophobia. The book does wonder for any dog lover, atleast for me it was able to bring out the memories that I've shared with my dogs, and all the small and big things that they did to have my love and attention. I've never met Laddu, but I feel that I've seen his journey through the eyes and words of her human mommy Yogyata. One of the most real and emotionally involing book I've read in long, and it was such a sweet small bundle of happiness, which I'm assuming Laddu was a well.
It's a beautiful ode to a furry friend Yogyata! I think it prompts pause and self reflection through an outlook that's playful yet notably pragmatic. The stories and takeaways are pawsome. :)