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...
Sometimes you have to pretend to be a person you're not,sometimes you should remember the way you were and sometimes think about the person you wanted to be.But what are you right now???Baffled!