With valleys on either side, the road offered breathtaking views. The thick vegetation made us feel as if we were breezing past a meadow. And amidst this genuine flirtation with the landscape, we saw a dark figure lying on the road. Perhaps hit by a speeding vehicle.
We stopped and got down to find out that it was a mare. And a pregnant one. Through the administration, I informed the vets. The neighs reminded me of the growing human apathy. Even for our own species at times. But love and care should not be governed by the genetic code. It should be boundless. Both the mare and foal are doing good, I was later told.
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