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Courtesy - J Hardy Carroll |
In place of the open ground where she used to play with her friends and siblings during her childhood, an unsightly building had come up.
The whole place looked congested concrete jungle. The village had lost its previous charm along with its native flora and fauna. Flashy malls and apartments were sprouting around.
She lost the battle in court to corporators and big real estate agents. Encroachment and rampant development bulldozed various small dissents. She was one of the many hapless old residents; compensation was not enough!
Teary-eyed she stood watching as her ancestral home was razed.
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