Depressed Ankit again raised his hand to someone “Please help me, didn't eat anything since two days”. “Go Away,” he responded. Why don't you go and work somewhere?,”and car door closed.
Innocent Ankit is on the way, feeling guilty why he ran away from home. But how he could have survives there? Why should he had been there to feel discarded by aunt all time? Was he supposed to wash dirty clothes, clean home, and beaten up by drunken Uncle for no reason? In the world, he dreamed to have good people also, who could understand his sorrow. Is this his mistake of not having parents? Is he responsible for that train accident in which his parents died? He thought to get shelter somewhere. He wish if he could have not dropped the plates in the restaurant where he was working as a servant today. Owner charged for all plates, and he lost that job. But how he could have managed to maintain day, he was feeling very sleepy because of no home to sleep, and hunger were playing a criminal role to let him sleep. It was his first day after running away from so-called-home.
with dirty clothes, wearing half shirt, sorrow on face, not having bath for days, he was going on the way to find some shelter, at 11 O'clock in night. Who should I explain my story? Who will believe me? Is there any God ? People are liar. There is no God. If God exists, then can he offer food to me... and many more questions unanswered to him.
(This is inspired from someone, from one of the poor villages in a developing country)
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