Over the last two or three months:
The first time.
The second time.
And just today (February 7), at the Kala Ghoda Festival, the third and fourth times.
What makes people act this way?
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3 comments:
I can't believe it's happened AGAIN. Had read your earlier posts. Have linked to it.
Atrocious. All four incidents. Wouldn't have believed that it would bring tears to my eyes, but it did.
But you know, I am glad that you protest each time. I think most people would just turn a blind eye.
Hi Dilip,
You have a great blog going. It is touching at times and I am sure your posts would have moved some people in some point of time in their lives to do something constructive for the society. Keep the good work going.
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