Monday, February 4, 2013

Fiction-55: The Footpath

After begging all day, he could earn a little to feed his two deprived kids. He bought some steamed curd rice packed in a newspaper scrap.
That was a delightful supper. With satisfaction, the man slept with his children, under a torn rug, on the roadside.
Next morning, the headlines said, “Hit-and-run case: 3 dead”.