Bhima was back to work this morning with his big black rucksack and a tool made out of a badminton racket, his job was finding utilizable on the streets and garbage bins. The season was altering and with the heat the quest for an Alphanso grew in him. He has seen life behind the stained glass complete, luxurious and fulfilling. But as to destiny Bhima always landed with half rotten Alphanso.One more of my micro stories.............
Nikhil ©
Very touchy story.
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