The bustling, often unforgiving streets of Kolkata hold countless stories, but few resonate with the raw emotion and miraculous intervention of the summer of 1996. It was a time when the monsoon’s humidity hung heavy in the air, a typical season for the vibrant Indian metropolis. Yet, amidst the daily rhythm of life, a tiny, helpless life was discarded, left to the mercy of fate in a roadside trash bin. A newborn girl, no more than a few hours old, became another forgotten statistic, her cries swallowed by the urban cacophony. No one saw her being placed there; no one seemed to care. Her abandonment was a silent act, a chilling testament to human indifference. But as the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the teeming city, a different kind of guardian emerged from the fringes – a trio of stray dogs, themselves unwanted and nameless, whose instincts for compassion far outweighed the cruelty of their human counterparts. Their intervention would not only save a life but etch an unforgettable chapter into the city’s lore, a story of loyalty, resilience, and the unexpected heroes found in the most unlikely of places.
