Aparajita Mohapatra

The Story Of Brucie Wayne, My Dark Knight

The new cook walked into the living room with my coffee at around 9.30 this morning. Suddenly, I heard a ferocious howl. Bruce Wayne, my little black miniature pug boy, jumped off the sofa and charged at him. It was a hilarious sight because the new cook is a 6ft 2″ swashbuckling fellow from Chennai. The cook ran for his life. And I teared up.