And Life Goes On...

No offence meant, I'm not targeting anyone here but simply just curious. One thing bothers me gravely. If we come to think of it, why not neuter men in India? The sole reason for them to reproduce is that they think more kids means more people to earn. They don't bother about how they'll bring up those kids. (Not all, but most.. Mainly ones who're uneducated, orthodox and poverty-stricken..) And mostly these are the people who mistreat not just animals, even their wives and children. When people justify neutering/spaying saying that it's for the betterment of those animals, they aren't meant to be in the city and they end up dying on the road and what not, I just can't help but wonder wasn't this their land before humans claimed it? Why do humans think they can own everything? Claim everything and get away with it? It's good, we try to help them in any way we can. But for once, can anybody here justify why is everyone so religiously stuck to

Another sleepless night, I just can’t seem to shut my eyes, And I’ve given up trying now! Burdened with this emptiness, There’s nothing to cure this loneliness, Is this why I can’t think straight now? Is there an explanation? A cure or may be just the reason… Or is the hollowness here to stay now? Stressed and pushed to the limits, Thoughts that pierce like fired bullets A soul that’s shattering like glass now… My strengths fading into black, Left with only words that seem to lack Is this a temporary drift or the ultimate end now?

Sulking and upset from what had happened with me and the poor little puppy that wasn’t at fault but still had to go back to that horrid pet shop, I got back home after “exchanging” her with a cute little Black one in my arms. In the two days that the little one had spent with me, I’d gotten attached to her. It wasn’t easy for me to leave her even though I’d brought another one back with me. How could it be? Puppies aren’t toys that humans can play with. They are beautiful souls that have feelings and wonderful hearts, no different than those of human babies. I didn’t play with him - just fed him, went to my room and sat on the bed, crying. All I could think of was her. The way just a few hours ago, she had slept peacefully with her head on my hand and now when I think of it three years later, that’s the only memory of her that I can clearly remember. Wherever she may be, I just hope she’s okay. After coming back to my senses and realizing that neglecting the new one wasn’t exact