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Certain overheard grievances.

I know a lot of dogs who would strongly disagree with making roads and pavements in every nook and corner with concrete, tiles, and asphalt, leaving hardly any patch of earth visible, only the disgusting sight of concrete, tiles, asphalt, concrete, tiles, and asphalt.

They’d much rather rest or sleep on pure, rich soil of this planet — unfortunately no one pays them any attention.

[Originally written on 21 August, 2019 past midnight in Pune, India]

Date
21 November 2022
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