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@CrazyVibes_1 Some human beings have a special place reserved for them in Hell.

In December 2023, a family living in a remote farmhouse near the edge of the Yorkshire Dales loaded their belongings into a moving truck and relocated to a town in South Yorkshire nearly seventy kilometers away. The move stretched across two cold, overcast days. Neighbors watched couches and boxes disappear into the van while children climbed around the truck laughing as furniture was packed away. Before sunrise on a Wednesday morning, the family drove off for good. They left the dog behind. Several neighbors later confirmed it had been deliberate. According to more than one resident nearby, the family openly admitted they didn’t plan to take her because she was “too difficult” and “basically an outdoor dog anyway.” One neighbor even remembered the father joking that the dog would “find another farm sooner or later.” She had spent almost six years with them. A tan female pit bull with amber eyes and a white patch on her chest shaped vaguely like a crooked star. The children named her Honey as a puppy because of the warm color of her coat. During winter she slept indoors, during summer she stayed outside, and whenever the youngest son played in the yard, she followed close behind him everywhere. The morning after the family left, Honey was still sitting on the farmhouse porch. The neighbors assumed someone would eventually return for her. Nobody did. For the first week, people nearby left bowls of food and water outside the property gate. Honey barely touched either. Most days she stayed pressed near the front door, curled tightly against it despite the freezing temperatures. At night she slept beneath an old wooden bench on the porch. Every time a vehicle turned onto the lane, she stood immediately. Waiting. By the second week, she had grown noticeably thinner. Then one morning, she vanished. The neighbors searched nearby roads, fields, and ditches assuming she had either been struck by a car or wandered onto another property. Nobody found her. Eventually, people stopped looking. Large abandoned dogs in rural areas often disappear without explanation. Some are taken in. Some turn feral. Some simply don’t survive the winter. Life moved on. Then, fifty-two days later, during a severe cold spell in late January 2024, a woman living in a suburban neighborhood outside Sheffield stepped outside before work and discovered a dog lying against her front door. A tan pit bull. Almost motionless except for shallow breathing. At first she thought the animal was dead. Snow had gathered along the dog’s back overnight. Ice clung to her whiskers. Her paws were streaked with dried blood from pads worn raw and cracked open. Her ribs pressed visibly against her skin. One side of her face had swollen badly from what veterinarians later identified as an untreated infected tooth. And despite barely being conscious, the dog’s tail thumped weakly once when the woman spoke to her. The woman didn’t recognize the dog, but she immediately noticed the collar. A faded blue fabric collar with a metal identification tag. The dog was carried inside, wrapped in blankets, and a local rescue organization was contacted. Later that morning, a volunteer scanned the microchip. The registered address traced back to the farmhouse in the Yorkshire Dales. Nearly seventy kilometers away by road. More than forty miles. The rescue volunteer contacted the phone number attached to the chip registration. The father answered. She explained that the dog had been discovered emaciated and injured outside an address directly connected to their current residence. She explained that the dog appeared to have traveled for weeks through freezing winter conditions and had somehow reached the family’s new neighborhood alive. There was silence for several moments. Then he said they didn’t want her anymore. The volunteer initially thought she had misunderstood him. She repeated the situation more clearly. He sighed and explained that the family had already told their children the dog had “run away during the move.” He said bringing her back now would “only create problems.” He asked whether the rescue could simply rehome her elsewhere. Then he hung up. The volunteer later admitted she sat in the clinic parking lot afterward crying too hard to drive. Because the dog had accomplished something almost impossible. Honey had never traveled farther than the surrounding farmland where she was raised. She had never been to Sheffield. The family had driven there along motorways. Yet somehow she tracked them across valleys, roads, villages, frozen moorland, and stretches of open countryside during the dead of winter. A local hiking club later estimated possible travel routes using terrain maps, rivers, and road access. The shortest likely journey measured approximately forty-two miles. Possibly more. Forty-two winter miles for an underfed dog with worsening injuries, almost no shelter, and little food. Veterinarians discovered a partially healed fracture in two toes on her rear paw, likely suffered during the journey. One front shoulder showed severe inflammation from compensating for the damaged leg over long distances. But the worst injuries were on her paws. The outer layers of tissue had worn away almost completely across sections of both front feet. The veterinarian later explained that during the final stretch of the journey, Honey had essentially been walking on exposed tissue beneath the pads. Every step caused pain. And she kept walking anyway. Nobody completely understands how dogs navigate distances like that. Scent alone cannot fully explain a journey across that scale through snow, traffic, and changing weather. But somehow she found the exact neighborhood. Not just the town. The exact street. She made it all the way to their door. And they rejected her anyway. The rescue staff later renamed her Journey. Not because of the miles. Because of what she carried emotionally through every single one of them. Journey’s recovery lasted nearly six months. When she arrived, she weighed just under thirty-four pounds. A healthy weight for her size should have been closer to fifty-five. Her body had already burned through nearly every fat reserve and started consuming muscle tissue simply to survive. Her infected tooth had to be removed. The broken toes healed slightly crooked, leaving her with a permanent limp most noticeable during cold weather. Scar tissue across her paw pads remained painfully sensitive even after months of treatment. The veterinarian said winter mornings would likely ache in those paws for the rest of her life. A permanent memory carried inside her body. Emotionally, the healing took longer. For several weeks in foster care, Journey refused to sleep deeply unless someone remained visible nearby. Whenever a person left the room, she followed immediately even when exhausted. At night she positioned herself directly beside doors. Always beside doors. As if she believed people disappeared through them forever. The rescue volunteer who made the phone call eventually adopted her permanently herself. She lived alone in a small stone cottage outside town with a fenced garden and a fireplace. No children yelling. No other animals. Just quiet. The volunteer later said something in Journey changed once the dog realized nobody there expected her to earn her place anymore. She stopped eating frantically. Stopped hiding food beneath blankets. Stopped waking up in panic whenever someone picked up car keys. Now she sleeps sprawled across the middle of the bed every night. Not curled tightly like she’s trying to occupy less space. Not pressed against walls. She sleeps stretched fully onto her back with her legs hanging awkwardly in every direction, snoring loudly enough to wake the house sometimes. Like a dog who finally believes there will still be room for her tomorrow morning. People hear this story and focus on the distance. Forty-two miles. Broken toes. Snowstorms. Frozen moorland. And yes, that part is extraordinary. But that isn’t really what the story is about. The story is that she accomplished something unimaginably difficult for people who had already decided she wasn’t worth keeping. The story is that she crossed half of northern England during winter because she loved them more than they loved her. And the real ending isn’t the rejection. It’s the second door. Because after forty-two miles of pain, hunger, cold, and loyalty leading nowhere, all it took was one woman opening her front door to change the rest of Journey’s life. Journey no longer tries following people when they leave the house. Now she watches calmly from the window. Certain. Peaceful. She already crossed winter once for people who didn’t want her. Now she lives with someone who would never ask her to prove her worth again.

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@PabloMoya716797 @BhattiLaib9960 And

@BhattiLaib9960 'ANY WORD' starts with an A and ends with a D.

What word is that?

"We are now trying our best to get the foreigners back with road shows. We recently went to Poland, and Scandinavia is our next target market." Instead of roadshows, #Goa should focus on #cleanliness bbc.com/news/articles/…

Zero brains. 😣

@AmicusRaj @mkatju 🤣🤣 Now he will respond with silence

@mkatju I totally agree with you. But I would like to remind you of your own tenure. During your time, you too often made such observations — of course, apart from the sher-o-shayari and literary references, which we all cherished. Yet, your off-the-cuff remarks were equally well known.

Judges should talk less in Court By Justice Katju While hearing a petition of a lawyer who wanted to be designated as a senior advocate, the Chief Justice of India Justice Surya Kant reportedly said that some unemployed youth were like cockroaches, and end up becoming media persons, social media users, and RTI activists, who start attacking anyone. He also reportedly said '' There were already parasites in society who attack the system, and you want to join hands with them ? ''. timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/youngste… When a lot of criticism was made of these remarks, he issued a clarification stating that he had been misquoted, and he was referring to people entering professions with fake and bogus degrees. timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/misquote… The point, however, is that why should he have made such observations at all, which compelled him to issue a clarification ? The bench presided over by the CJI should have heard the petitioner and the respondent, and then passed whatever order they thought suitable. How do cockroaches and parasites come into the picture ? There is an oft quoted statement of a former Lord Chancellor of England Sir Francis Bacon '' A much talking judge is like an ill tuned cymbal '', which means judges should talk less in court. Their job is to listen, not talk, in court. Talking is the lawyer's job. Of course if the judge needs some clarification, he can ask the lawyer for it. But otherwise he should remain silent, and after the hearing pass whatever order he thinks appropriate. The pen is ultimately in his hand. indicanews.com/judges-should-… When I was in London once I visited the British High Court during the hearing of a case. There was almost pin drop silence in the courtroom, the lawyer arguing in a very low voice, and the judge hearing silently. Occasionally, the judge would ask the lawyer for some clarification, but otherwise he was silent throughout the hearing. This is how courts should function. A Court should have an atmosphere of serenity, tranquillity, and calm, and judges should speak little countercurrents.org/2025/05/indian… Former CJI Gavai, on a plea in a petition before the Supreme Court by a Hindu to restore the beheaded idol of Lord Vishnu at Khajuraho reportedly said : “Go and ask the deity itself to do something. You say you are a staunch devotee of Lord Vishnu. So go and pray to it ( to restore its own head ) “ Where was the need for such a remark ? Gavai could have dismissed the petition simply saying that there was no merit in it. Former CJI DY Chandrachud would talk endlessly in Court. All this lowers the dignity of a Court, and it also increases the chances of the judge being misconstrued. As a former Judge of the Supreme Court and as an elder brother, I respectfully advise the CJI and his companion Judges of the Supreme Court to pay heed to the dictum of Sir Francis Bacon, and start talking less in Court

@sagarikaghose @narendramodi You and your Didi don't even deserve the Z grade. You should be ashamed of calling yourselves women after denying justice to the mother of a r*pe victim. You have a special place reserved in Hell - A Grade position! Enjoy!

The @narendramodi government is a D Grade government . D for denial of present day reality. The Mod government is living in DENIAL of citizens lived experiences. My intervention in Parliament today on the president’s speech

@FinishLineScrip Congratulations 🎉🎉

We're thrilled to introduce our WiNNERS of the 2025-2026 Finish Line Script Competition. Great writers all!

@joydeepg9 @Navanitavp @manjusipayya @Kalyanisen @motherrr @PJ_9327 @Gringots_Goblin A mother's fight for justice is relentless. Didi and her cohorts @sagarikaghose and @MahuaMoitra have no shame.

This is huge & much needed @Navanitavp @manjusipayya @Kalyanisen @motherrr @PJ_9327 @Gringots_Goblin @adite

@Warriormomsin @mpcb_official @mybmc @CPCB_OFFICIAL @WMMaharashtra @mpcb_official is closing complaints without letting residents know why.

Pls take urgent action! @mpcb_official @mybmc @CPCB_OFFICIAL @WMMaharashtra

Despite residents' complaints to @mpcb_official regarding the toxic air being inhaled by #GodrejCityPanvel's 1000+ residents, the complaints are being closed. #illegal brick kilns continues to spew smoke @faisalmushtaque @CollectorRaigad @ithakurprashant @WMMaharashtra

#BookReview #TheMissingPiece by @Parulsharma aditebanerjie.blogspot.com/2026/05/review…

Most train commuters in Mumbai have been robbed of all dignity by the third class infrastructure that the government provides. They have been practising #Austerity forever!

This is fantastic news. Stay happy, Kaddu and God bless your family.

This illegal brick kiln continues to operate in the vicinity of #GodrejCityPanvel posing health risks to senior citizens and children. @mpcb_official @ithakurprashant @CollectorRaigad @navimumbaipolice @NaviMumbaiNet

This is what Indians lack... consideration for others!

Further to this @Dell_IN response: "To avoid any potential delays, I kindly request that you please make sure to answer any calls from the delivery team when they reach out to you." This, after the technician doesn't show up after confirming! #customerexperience

Horrible service by @Dell_IN @DellCares ...the technician doesn't come even after multiple confirmation on WhatsApp. 😡😡

@Warriormomsin Absolutely right

Good to see Delhi finally acknowledging that road dust, C&D waste, broken footpaths, open dumping and roadside burning are major pollution sources & that they need daily mapping, geo-tagging & accountability. But let’s be honest; Delhi doesn’t suffer from a lack of surveys anymore. Citizens, activists and even govt inspections have repeatedly flagged the same violations; illegal dumping, uncovered debris, dug up roads, broken pavements, garbage burning, dust clouds from construction and poor upkeep. The problem is weak and inconsistent enforcement. If the same hotspots are being photographed month after month, then the issue is no longer “identification”; it’s consequences. Agencies and contractors who repeatedly violate norms must face real penalties, rapid cleanup orders, blacklisting and public accountability. Dust control cannot remain a documentation exercise while residents continue breathing toxic air every day. Delhi now needs⬇️
• strict on ground enforcement.
• time bound action after complaints.
• transparent public dashboards showing action taken.
• penalties for offenders & prosecution for repeat offenders. 
• coordination between MCD, PWD, DDA & contractors.
• daily upkeep, not seasonal optics. Clean air will not come from endless reporting alone. It will come when every geo tagged violation leads to visible action on the ground! @gupta_rekha @mssirsa @CAQM_Official