In Landour , the quaint British era cantonment town , the woods are dense lined with magnificent Deodar trees .The winding forest roads take you through old estates going back over a hundred years & celebrity homes on one side and deep gorges on the other . You hear not a sound except the gentle swish of the wind blowing through the trees ;rarely come across a soul other than a stray dog here or there and perhaps the Langoors playfully prancing around in the distance .Through this quiet stillness , you are halted as you walk , at every corner , about half a kilometre or more , by these Dustbins - that speak to you -compelling you to stop & ponder & think !!!And then you wonder , are we humans really listening ?