Short Story


He was born on the road and might breathe his last as well there..But each day he worked hard as a labourer to feed his motherless children.

Night was setting in…Hurriedly, he changed his soiled clothes and gathered belongings to rush home..

They lived on the corner of that deserted road, under the railway bridge. The li’l ones were waiting for their baba. He had promised them ice lolly today.

As he took his next step forward, he felt his head spin and tumbled. With nothing to hold onto in the under construction building, the sweaty, fainting, limp body fell down nine floors….forever into oblivion!

He had been skipping his lunch for two days now, to save for the ice lolly. He was diabetic..and hunger took its toll.


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