Concrete jungle
I want to share a very sad story with all of you. Every morning on my walks I come across a bunch of monkeys. The first day I saw one of them and was quite surprised as to how they survive in this overcrowded polluted and unfriendly city. Then I realized if we could why not them. There was a particular family of mother and baby that became familiar to me. I noticed them most regularly. I began to wonder about their lives and sometime when I saw two groups fighting and chasing each other across the street, I would wonder about the welfare of this particular family. The baby would hold on to the mother very tightly as they crossed the big road and jump up the wall to climb the big tree. It was an amazing sight and gave me a feeling of loneliness in the concrete jungle we live in.
On my daily 50 minutes routine walk my thoughts were preoccupied with all sorts of things but this family would surely take up at least 5 minutes of my time. Sometimes when I didn't see them I would wonder if they were all right. I even gave the mother and the baby names calling them Kiki and Chichi. I never stopped to exchange greetings with them because that would break my walking rhythm. Which was very selfish of me but that is human.
About two days ago as I was walking on my usual route my legs froze and I stood motionless as I saw my two primate friends crushed on the roadside. They have been separated and lay dead in the gutter. I stood by them for a few minutes watching the lifeless bodies of Kiki and Chichi probably crushed by a speeding vehicle unaware of the hurt they have left me.
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