As I look out of the window I see very little greenery around. What is the price of our development? An area couple of miles square is home to atleast 500,000 people who might not ever get to hear the melody of a myna or the chirrup of a sparrow.
Crammed into ever decreasing personal spaces, jostling towards our workstations like salmon heading up stream for some vague purpose wired into the primordial recesses of our minds. Is there something which we are missing in our maddening rush for development?
Every interaction is dissected; every word, a carefully constructed artifice, how do I score a point, put someone in their place, show who is the boss, this is not development. No shared coffee, no laughter from the heart.
Is this development, sometimes I am not so sure of that.
1 comment:
Some of that is manageable, park-time perhaps. Or one could walk sometimes. :)
austere
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