I dreaded the morning ritual. I am not averse to getting up early and taking a quiet stroll on the empty albeit, chilly mornings nor the responsibility for bringing the daily quota of milk for the family. No. What I dreaded was the staunch smell coming from the large van carrying chicks for supplying to the nearby hotels specializing in cooking them, parked bang in the middle of my path. Being a pure vegetarian if I hated the smell, being a st...
