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Of Parks and Playgrounds

The Garden Area of our Apartment

We live in a concrete jungle. A single tree here or a single tree there, or a patch of greenery or a patch of greenery seems to satisfy the greener ambitions of an urbanite, if it at all he has one. What else s/he can do? Every nook and cranny of our beloved earth is besieged by builders. And their plundering it like it’s their papa’s property.

Hopefully, days will come when not patches of greenery but parks and playgrounds will be given equal importance in town planning.

Did someone say impossible? Adversus solem ne loquitor. Probably. Man's appetite for more money is what makes him a monster, after all.  


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