His eyes moved to his right as he was walking with the dog. There, on the address board next to an electric pole where garbage heap was on the road he stopped, and looked carefully. Something caught his attention from a distance. He moved closer trying to define the object.

It was an interesting object sitting pretty on the dark yellow address board. Doll of a beetle, he thought but eventually it turned out to be a horse when he actually took it in his hands. The night was dark and lit only a little space around the electric pole. The yellow of the sodium lamp took over the reds and blues of a beer bar standing opposite to the pole. 

The horse looked too blacks but he couldn’t make out the exact colour of the doll. It was a very well moulded sculpture. The transparent glittering stones were attached to the horse on its back with mirrors only to reflect the tail to convince it was an essential part of a chariot. The floral designs and patterns intensified with grandeur. The pendant on the upper chest of the horse uttered, the horse is taken good care of and is loved by its rider.  The horse looked a little distracted even though it was rushing towards an unknown.

He then observed the velocity of the horse in which it directed by the sculptor. Horse had only one leg running down from his chest. Three other legs which were about to tell more about the dark horse were missing, broken. Indeed he was a Dark horse.

He thought about shani. He had heard stories about the occult power of shani, very early in his childhood.  He was very well aware of shani himself.

What if I take this home? What if I live with this and share my private space? He was out numbering the possibilities of taking home, his new found Horse.  He placed the horse in his shelf where already a shivaji bust was waiting for a partner.

Before he entered into the gate next to the stairs, he thought; the horse might bring hardship to him and his illustrious life. He was satisfied with all that he has got. Why Horse?  Since it had only a leg and can’t even manage to stand, let alone speed.

He was in a dilemma to choose between his way and the other way around in the very evening. Horse started to pull out questions and thoughts of integrity.

He wanted to clean the horse and keep it safe. He was thinking a while about the Dark Horse as he slipped into sleep.