Two years ago, a new dog, with long pointed ears, entered the colony I live in. Nobody wanted the new stray to stay in the premises.
How strange, I think to myself, that with all the rest my mind got from breathing in the spectacular sights, at this time I feel something within me crying, ‘Enough! Rest awhile!’
How easily I was fooled by the huge package.
And that their life gave us memories too beautiful to forget.
Initially I used to think that God must be so pleased to have so many worshipping him, till I realized very few came to worship; most came to barter.