Beat after a hard long day, the hard wooden bed felt replete with soft feathers surrounded by white misty heavenly clouds.
The boy sat idle on the steps of hanuman temple, oblivious to the chain of events heading towards him that would transform his life forever.
Mr. and Mrs. White, a childless couple both in their mid 30s had traveled to India on a whim expecting magic from the land of spirituality.
Plate of prasad in hand as they descended down the steps of mandir, they saw the boy with bony structure selling nick-knacks and plastic idols of god.
His face one won't call pretty but had a brilliant charm that was enhanced by the piercing eyes with brows that if one observed, showed brimming self-assurance and unwavering belief in self.
Mrs. Smith couldn't ignore him and headed towards the parchment where the boy had established his enterprise.
"What is you name son?", she spoke misplacing the words in broken hindi she had picked up over the last couple of days." Amit", said the boy timidly staring happily anticipating a good profit from the woman."Do you say with your parents?", she asked.
" Nahi aunty, main anath hun, said the boy who had learnt to live on his own, thus displayed no sense of loss on having dearth of parents in his life.
Mr. White, excited and surprised at the sudden act of interaction by his wife stood silently and observed.
Mrs. White bought all the toys, she would never have use for and the plastic idols cheerfully motioning the boy to stand and walk with her.
(to be continued!.....)
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