Agra: The Taj Mahal, eternal symbol of love, bore witness to another unforgettable tale—one not of marble, but of an unbreakable bond between a couple and their beloved dog. It was a story stitched with heartbreak, hope, and an ending that would move even the most stoic heart.
Have a look at the heart-warming video of their reunion here:
About The Case
Dipayan Ghosh, an Air India officer, and his wife, Kasturi Patra, set out from Gurugram to Agra in November 2024 for their wedding anniversary. Their celebration, however, turned into a nightmare on November 3 when their cherished Himachali Desi Greyhound vanished from Hotel Taj View, where they had entrusted his care to the staff. In an instant, their joy unraveled into agony. Posters were plastered across Agra, rewards announced, frantic calls, and desperate searches became their new reality.
The couple combed the streets, questioned rickshaw pullers, and scrutinized CCTV footage. Hope dimmed, but their resolve did not. Their anguish extended beyond Agra. Even after returning to Gurugram, they made weekly trips back, their hearts echoing with the hollow ache of his absence. Friends and family urged them to accept the loss. But how does one give up on family?
The breakthrough came on the 104th day. A local tour guide, moved by their relentless search, shared a shaky video from Mehtab Bagh—a ghost of a dog, thin, wary, but unmistakable. Kasturi's heart skipped. “It’s him,” she whispered, tears already falling. Without a second's hesitation, they raced back to Agra. Volunteers, hotel staff, and even those they had once accused of negligence, joined the search. Hours passed. The underbrush swallowed hope. But then — a sound. A rustle. From the thickets emerged a frail, skeletal figure. His ribs pressed against his skin, his eyes dulled by suffering. But Kasturi knew. She dropped to her knees and called his name, her voice cracking with longing and love.
The dog froze—a moment of uncertainty, of fear. Then, he recognized her. A whimper, a heartbeat’s hesitation—and he ran. Straight into her arms. Tears soaked his fur as they held him, his body trembling but safe, at last. He was home. A vet's examination confirmed his ordeal: malnourished, exhausted, but alive. But this was more than a reunion—it was a testimony to love that defies time, distance, and despair.
For Kasturi, it was never a question of giving up. She had found him once, abandoned and broken. She had healed him with love. And when he was lost, she simply did what family does—she found him again. As they drove away from Agra, their beloved curled up in the back seat, the journey felt different. They had come to celebrate love and found its truest form: A love that never stops searching, never stops hoping, and never lets go.
