
I FOLLOWED THIS OLD MAN FOR THREE NIGHTS—AND FOUND OUT WHO REALLY FEEDS OUR STREET DOGS
I used to think the dogs in our neighborhood survived off scraps. Every night, they’d disappear around 8:30, and I wondered where they went. One evening, I followed them to an old stone bench, where an old man named Arun was feeding them. He told me they used to come with his granddaughter, Mira, who…