What the city does not have, what the city has lost is the clamorous choir of birds, the wiseness in passivity and quietude. Backyards have become a thing of past and so has the joy of association. Free from the attachment of living, captivated by the trammels of materialism. Amidst all of this, I have unremembered the muddy street that I took to reach here, the one I once believed to make my feet dirty, whose gravel pierced me, made impressions for a lifetime and prepared me for today, the one which the city has lost.
