Douchebags are people, like you and me. But they're of a special kind annoyance and it's worse when they're made of faceless institutions so that you're left with impersonal desk minders to throw your complaints at.
The cold and rainy season is a contemplative time. The chill transports me to places, real or abstract that I have long forgotten or carelessly swept away and classified as mental rubble. Such a great time for erratic writing, don't you think?
I saw cows waiting to be slaughtered for the second Eid tomorrow. They were all lounging by the holy place of worship near where I live. I felt sad as I tend to get when seeing animals at the mercy of the human species. Can’t they just feast on fish and veges instead?