Free Type-II: Memories Of My First House by Abhilash Gaur Page B

although cars occupy
a few acres. Strangely, there is a swimming pool that remains
locked eight months in a year. There are no trees either, at least
not what I would call trees. No neem, peepul, mango, guava... Just
a few ornamental, ramrod-straight palms with leaves that a child
may count. There’s a name for this way of life: modernity. It must
be a very good thing for everyone to desire it so fervently. But I
have my doubts and they are growing stronger.
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