I used to see them playing around, three of them, brothers and sisters I guess, jumping merrily. From left, to right, on you on me, chasing at every corner of the construction site. They were playing like there's no yesterday. Somehow, these three small little puppies kinda bring life to the concrete jungle. Especially the hostel that I;m staying. People do not even greet, smile or even looked at each other. I wonder do they even know they're actually staying the same building if they bump into each other. Now I realize the life in a city and the outskirts. Different. Very different.
However, today on my way back from school, I heard very sharp shierking barks from the construction site. I thought, perhaps they're just playing with each other, with a doubtful heart. So to confirm my doubts, i tried to get a better view at the hostel's lobby. And to my horror..... I saw the doggie for once it was yanking very very hard and then getting lesser and lesser on the grasp of the contruction worker. Then he snuck them into a big gunny sack, throw the pile of dead stuff on to the lorry... and there they three went off....
Three little puppies that were once the communication topic of the animals lover or hater around the hostel has now gone forever and never come back again.
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