There was a prolonged quest in those vacant eyes and a static breath in those stumbling steps.
With every drop of sweat that smoothly raced down his naked back under the scorching sun, I could see a futile effort to catch up with the pace of the world.
His pointed finger towards a thelle vala gradually changed to stretched hand when he got a ruthless look from the man as his eyes pleaded for his stomach. A few moments of silence in the crude words and the dignity poorly shielded in the rags was assailed. The scorching sun might have hued his face but the beauty of moon in the black night is the most enchanting and the remnants of smile on his face were truly enchanting.
Yes!! the fire in his stomach still hadn't burnt the effort to smile.
As he walked towards the person selling water , his eyes were struck at the blood bathed but entangled links of divinity. His soul tried to search for his father's missing head and mother's missing saree in it but all he could see was blood.
He turned away his head in dismissal and went to the person selling water. He silently took out the only thing in his pocket- a two rupees coin and drank a glass of water.
The fire was probably not silenced by a glass of water but he didn't desire to silence it by blood either.
