We live within boundaries set by stone animals. Our nests are defined by them. They are our holes in space.
Into the late night we were defending our hole. They cannot call it irregular, from a certain government file. But governments are not supposed to think in their holes.
The monkeys on the road are continuously saying please do not speak, hear, see evil. The government officer is asking for a mere Rs 500 to deal with abstract boundaries of our hole. The peacock is strutting its cloud happy feathers . The elephants have stone memories.