He wasn't there. That's the first thought that hit me while I turned the corner. I have been meeting him every day for the past three years. But today, it was different. I felt betrayed. He was a part of my daily routine and he wasn't there. How can he do that? I wouldn't have done that to him. That's when the newspaper headline caught my eye - "All statues to be removed for city beautification". Chances are they mistook him for a statute, or was he really one?
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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