'BEWARE OF DOG'
Pic.: Uttam Ghosh I must have been six or seven when this incident had happened. That’s some fifty years ago! But, I still remember it as though it had happened yesterday! My dad had taken me along to attend a wedding function. It was at a place called Kuloor in Mangalore. The Gurupura River (also known as Phalguni or Kuloor River) flows along this place. Today, there is a bridge; we can cross the river to reach the other side in a matter of two minutes! But, when I was a little boy, there wasn’t’ a bridge there… The other side was cut off… The locals would ferry us by their boats… The bus would take us only till the dead-end… the river-bank. So, going to Kuloor, those days, was like going to Kanyakumari… a big event! That particular afternoon, after the wedding function, we were returning. We had crossed the river by the boat and come to this side… There was some time for the bus to come… And, my dad gently said to me, “Son, just wait here; I will b...