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Black Horse

1st couple of times I saw them, I just thought 'What a shiny, beautiful horse'. Then I started wondering why there's nothing ON it - no saddle, no decorations, what kind of wedding mare is that?
The man accompanying it, is eternally attending to its hooves, curious instruments like screw driver & pliers in hand...
I stopped one of the days near them & asked him.
You are right.
The man is selling "BLACK HORSE'S SHOE"
All day long, he fixes a shoe on it's hoof, & pliers it out again, all in front of a customer, it's genuine black horse's shoe, after all!
The horseshoe is not removed everyday, like a man's shoes, have U seen a horseshoe?
It is fitted. Changed maybe 3 or 4 times in the lifetime... have U forgotten 'Black Beauty'?
The horseshoe protects the hooves when the horse runs on hard terrain.
But this voiceless animal ... not only is it unprotected, also, by now, its hooves are now so hole-riddled & brittle, it's just months away from being lame.
A lame horse!
Will they even be kind enough to shoot it?
In our hypocritic society, where, we hold cows sacrosanct, & yet, thousands of cows, someone's cows, roam unherded, & in the city traffic, & sustain on garbage, & the 'someone' retrieves them when it's milking time...
So, this torture will continue.
Because, screwed onto & dragged out of a defenseless animal's body, this talisman will bring Good Luck to your family!

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Why does anyone write? Mostly, because they cannot help it ... Speaking requires an audience. Writing does not require a readership. When I started this blog, I was new at my job, just about to get married, highly confused about what to do with life, highly dissatisfied with myself, & devoid of any "responsibilites" as they say in Indian Middle Class. Oh yes! Also, I used to imagine the populace to be divided into 3 equal thirds, economically, & the middle third was the middle class. I was a "Young adult". Now I am a middle-aged auntie. & I have found out that the lower 90% is the lower class, the top 1% is the upper class, & I am the 9%.

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