It is very hypnotic, the rhythm of someone else working.

The dog jumped up on the road divider and dug and dug the mud away from the pathetic plants.

She was so thin, I wondered if she was looking for food.

Or perhaps she was a conscientious dog and was digging a toilet bowl for herself?

Once the hollow was deep enough, she twisted her body, into a graceful curl, and lay down, shutting her eyes.

The rickshaw-wala grinned and looked at me in the rear view mirror. I smiled back. The long signal changed without us noticing the wait.