๐๐ป ๐ข๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ต๐ถ ๐๐: ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ด๐ ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฒ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ
Namaste Delhi, ๐๐ผ
We hear the chatter. We see the protests. We smell the celebrations.
We, the street dogs of this city, have never been invited to the table where decisions about our lives are made, but now, the Supreme Court has spoken. Remove them from Delhi.
Some of you cheered when you heard this. You have your reasons: a bite that left a scar, a rabies scare, a morning jog cut short by a barking pack. We canโt deny it: some among us have hurt you, sometimes fatally. We wonโt pretend that pain isnโt a real thing.
Others cried out in protest. You call us โcommunity dogs,โ you feed us, name us, and vaccinate us. Youโve seen us grow from trembling pups to the familiar faces that greet you at your gate. You know weโve guarded your shops, kept thieves away, followed you home late at night without asking for anything more than a pat or a biscuit.
We are not saints. We are not monsters. We are simply what the city has made us. We didnโt choose the streets; they were handed to us when backyards disappeared, when breeding went unchecked, when humans bought fancy & exotic dogs, the huskies & pitbulls and abandoned them once the novelty wore off.
Removing us will not erase the reasons we exist.
Locking us away will not heal the system that left us here.
Just as ignoring bites doesnโt solve rabies, chasing us out doesnโt solve neglect.
๐๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ต๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐๐:
โ๏ธ๐๐ฆ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ท๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ด, ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ต๐ช๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ.
โ๏ธ๐๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด.
โ๏ธ๐๐ถ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ข๐ง๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต.
โ๏ธ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ; ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ข๐ณ๐บ.
We understand fear; itโs in our bones. But understand this: for every dog that lunges, there are a hundred that only want to curl up on a patch of sun and watch the city go by.
If this is goodbye, let it be one where dignity walks beside us. If itโs not, then let it be an opportunity for Delhi to demonstrate that coexistence is more than just a phrase in court orders.
Yours truly, ๐ถ
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ-๐ญ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ค๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ.