I was merrily walking past a lively street, the way the auburn trees touch the skies as if asking for a peck, just for a while, just once. Well, it’s been a while since I noticed such lively streets; not because I am old, but because they stopped existing a long time ago. It was hustling and bustling everywhere. I believe it was the day when all humans stayed at home, trying to fill the void for comfort, for meaning, for purpose, for life. Oh, how will I know all this? After all, I am just a dumb dog. And so, I walked and I walked in search of scattered food, specifically leftover meat, my favourite. Why is it so surprising? Am I not a living being? Am I just a muse for your kind? I was hungry, and scavenging for food was the only thing that could have given…