It was a heavy downpour when the old man got down the train. Water was dripping down through his rugged umbrella. It slightly wet his faded shoulder bag. He looked hunger-stricken and tired because of continuous travel. Now he has to catch a bus. The town looked so lonely in the rain. In the distance he saw a small hotel and started to walk towards it. While walking, he was coughing, and every time he coughed, he used to shook himself. His one hand was inside the shoulder bag, searching for some coins and last few currency notes
It was a small hotel. Two or three candles and an old kerosene lamp gave weak lighting inside. There were around seven old men inside, some having their meals, some drinking tea. Two-three people stood outside the veranda. On the veranda, a mother and child were lying down. The child was crying feebly. A big blue polythene cover could hardly protect them from the harsh rain.
While he went inside, he could sense the feeling of strangeness. No one smiled at him, neither did he.
Never in his life, had the feeling of strangeness haunted him. Even when he left his homeland and went to Kolkatta to work in a chemical factory. It was his toughest days in life. 18 hours of work everyday. Suffocating smell of chemicals, unknown language and no friends. Everything was new to him, the people, the places. But there was one thing which made him cheerful: His family. He worked hard in almost all phases of his life. All these years he was running around. To give his family, a better life. For his children's education, for a not-so-small house, his wife always dreamed about. It was not the feeling of strangeness that has haunted him. What haunted him was the feeling of devastation when his family threw him out. After all these years of sacrifice, he realized that he had not earned anything. The hardest thing in life is to lose what you live for. For him, it was the family
The rain made splattering sound inside the hotel. He ordered a parcel for his lunch. carefully he kept the warm parcel inside his bag, went out and he walked towards the bus.
The child was crying out of hunger. The mother begged the people who were passing by. She seemed to have no strength for tears. Suddenly she felt something on her towel, it was a warm parcel of food.
The old man almost got on to the bus, he was all wet due to the rain. He had only a rugged umbrella and a faded shoulder bag.
It was a small hotel. Two or three candles and an old kerosene lamp gave weak lighting inside. There were around seven old men inside, some having their meals, some drinking tea. Two-three people stood outside the veranda. On the veranda, a mother and child were lying down. The child was crying feebly. A big blue polythene cover could hardly protect them from the harsh rain.
While he went inside, he could sense the feeling of strangeness. No one smiled at him, neither did he.
Never in his life, had the feeling of strangeness haunted him. Even when he left his homeland and went to Kolkatta to work in a chemical factory. It was his toughest days in life. 18 hours of work everyday. Suffocating smell of chemicals, unknown language and no friends. Everything was new to him, the people, the places. But there was one thing which made him cheerful: His family. He worked hard in almost all phases of his life. All these years he was running around. To give his family, a better life. For his children's education, for a not-so-small house, his wife always dreamed about. It was not the feeling of strangeness that has haunted him. What haunted him was the feeling of devastation when his family threw him out. After all these years of sacrifice, he realized that he had not earned anything. The hardest thing in life is to lose what you live for. For him, it was the family
The rain made splattering sound inside the hotel. He ordered a parcel for his lunch. carefully he kept the warm parcel inside his bag, went out and he walked towards the bus.
The child was crying out of hunger. The mother begged the people who were passing by. She seemed to have no strength for tears. Suddenly she felt something on her towel, it was a warm parcel of food.
The old man almost got on to the bus, he was all wet due to the rain. He had only a rugged umbrella and a faded shoulder bag.
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