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JAMMU AND KASHMIR, INDIA
FROM THE JOURNAL OF INIKIA SHAHLIA
I saw something today.
Father and I were walking the north pasture. Shardul ran ahead or us, barking and wagging his tail. I smiled.
We were driving the cattle south again.
I was glad to be with Father. Normally Gaurav, my elder brother, would have gone with him, but he had gone to town. Hence, I was given the rare opportunity to accompany our father.
Father commanded Shardul to drive the herd towards us. The dog ran around the back of the group, and began nipping at the animals' heels.
There was a sickening crack.
All of a sudden, the cattle rushed towards us, frightened. Father and I jumped out of the way, and we hit the ground hard.
I jumped up just in time to see Shardul fall into the earth.
"Shardul!" I cried, running towards the place where he had fallen.
"Inikia, come back here!" Father ordered, but I pushed his voice from my mind. What had happened to my best friend?
I stopped just in time to avoid falling off the newly formed cliff, and into the water that was already filling in below.
