With his ragged clothes, a brown shirt which was an inch below his knee level, his hair dishevelled, a scar on his forehead, he stood there outside the crowded store, staring through the broken window pane which showcased the sweets in innumerable colours and varieties... He kept his hand on the glass, but was chased away by the shopkeeper. He sat down on the parapet wall close by where he could get a glimpse of all the sweets which was arranged neatly in a single file on the shelves.
There came a man to the stores, in his 30’s, well –groomed and looked wealthy. He ordered for abundant assorted sweets.… He took out his wallet and paid him and was about to leave, and he felt some one pull his shirt from behind… it was the boy , the boy from the parapet wall; He stretched out a 100 Rs. note from his hand and made a sign as that was a note fallen down from the man’s wallet. He just took the note from the boy’s hand and without even showing an infinitesimal amount of gratitude he walked off. The boy ran behind him and pointed his finger at the bag of sweets the man was carrying, signifying him to give some sweets. The man pushed the little hands away and continued walking. The despondent boy returned to sit on his wall and resumed his position of staring at the unprocurable cluster of sweets.
A little girl watching all this event unfold from a distance , sitting in her car …she took a box of sweets which her dad had brought for her and walked up to the boy and kept the sweets at his feet , the boy just grabbed the sweets and ran across the street and opened the box of sweets and gave it to his little brother who was lying down on the pavement, blind… the girl ran back to her dad, who put his arms around her and gave her a hug for what she had done, his heart melted and he felt ashamed of his existence. He hung his head, but suddenly lifted it and smiled at the boy.....The boy’s eyes gleamed with happiness and it silently said thank you. It was the dad who had recovered his lost 100 Rs note….
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