On a chilly winter night (or, you can say a December night)
when sometimes the weather turns so unbearably cold that it seems impossible to
survive – at that time all the helpless countryside dogs get together in unison
and bark into the night.
Poor fellows are cold –sorry-hungry-tired-weary-angry
and weak but they can’t do much about it – have no other option but to bark. So
they bark together in deep melancholy- until the bigwigs of the society get
disturbed and send for the Chowkidaar . One
blow after the other from the chowkidaar with
his unforgiving laathi and the dogs disperse-
letting the snooty rich people to continue their prized sleep in peace.
Sounds familiar?
Do you know who are the snooty rich people in this story?
Do you know who is the Chowkidaar?
And if I dare ask, who do you think are the dogs?
