A Talk in the Trash: When Earth Met Binny (By: Swastika Kadel) It was just a normal evening. Sun set behind buildings. A breeze roamed through the discards and scraps blowing along the ground. A funny conversation had gotten underway. One that most would ever know The Earth was tired. And Binny, a trash can, didn’t feel very grand either. “I can’t take it any more”, Earth groaned. “All I can see everywhere is garbage. Plastic in the sea. Food rotting on the streets. Old phones buried in soil. Do you think I can keep the lot by myself?” Binny rattled" Earth sighed. Every year, it’s more. Pretty nearly 1.3 billion tonnes. Without any end in sight. Trouble is, before long most of it won’t even be won back out. Getting just dumped. Or ences, when people file on.” "Binny clanked his lid." “Segregation, that’s the term. Wet, dry, hazardous. But who breaks that into account? I’m color-coded, actually. But still you go mix it.” "No,” says Earth, “what ’s eve...