This is a strange little story, not really the usual supply of Lolz one is used to. The genesis was not in running over a dog and feeling pashchatap. it came to me years ago, when I was driving to office, listening to a stand up act by Lenny Bruce where he mentioned something about a smart dog that ends up as roadkill. And then my father’s Karol Bagh upbringing hijacked the whole idea and gave it its grey hues, set sometime in late 1950’s.

That was 2009.

And since then I have narrated this story, from its simple start, complex middle and stupid end to lot of friends (with obviously very “what the hell was this” reactions). But I could never find the time to finish it. That feels very bad. But finally, its here.

This comic is now available as a comic book.