Description

Seven years old Bodhi is flabbergasted when the skinny, slatternly pup he'd snuck into his flat, the previous evening-where pets are a stringent prohibition-darts out of his house, across the hallway, into the grumpy neighbor's house and tumbles over a mug of hot tea, splashing it exactly on the grumpy neighbor's detergent washed and crisply ironed polo shirt, and hopefully sprints out to the next door for more of her shenanigans.

The community meeting is gathered that very evening, and every family marks their presence just for the sake of reprimanding Bodhi and his mother. When all of them have conveyed their reasons against having a pup, Bodhi asks for thirty days-thirty days for the flat's residents to get warmed up to his Loony-as he lovingly calls his new pup, Balloon.

And if they were still not okay with her, he'd never bring her inside the flat there after, and would willingly put her up for adoption, with the help of his mother.

Bodhi, being the first born baby and the only child in the flat-with his optimistic ideas and highly hopeful, big, black eyes-has exclusive gratifications of his own in the flat. Like getting the flat's secretary, Ganesh Uncle, who's also a friend of Bodhi's, to reluctantly agree to his deal.

Thirty days. A holy terror pup. A somewhat supporting but hopeless mother, and a father who's also started rooting for him all the way from America. And the rest of the flat-full of people who're absolutely on the contrary. And, finally, a very optimistic Bodhi.

Bodhi has tried his best in the community meeting for what he wanted. And now, for the next thirty days, he's just going to try harder.