With his ragged clothes, a brown t-shirt which was an inch below his knee level, his hair disheveled, a scar on his forehead, he stood there outside the crowded store, staring through the broken window pane which showcased the sweets in innumerable colors and varieties... He kept his hand on the glass but was chased away by the shopkeeper. He sat down on the parapet wall close by where he could get a glimpse of all the sweets which was arranged neatly in a single file on the shelves.
There came a man to the stores, in his 30’s, well-groomed with an uptown face. He ordered abundant assorted sweets.… He took out his wallet - paid the shopkeeper and was about to leave but he felt someone pull his shirt from behind. It was the boy from the parapet wall. He stretched out 100 rupees note from his hand and made a sign as if it dropped out from his wallet. He snatched the note from his hand and without even showing an infinitesimal amount of gratitude - he walked off. The boy ran behind him and pointed his finger on the bag of sweets but he pushed those little hands away and kept walking. The despondent boy returned to sit on his wall and resumed his position of staring at the unprocurable cluster of sweets.
A little girl, sitting in her car was observing all this event unfold from a distance. When his dad opened the door, she took a box of sweets and walked up to the boy. The boy just grabbed the box and ran across the street. He opened up the box and gave it to his blind little brother who was lying down on the pavement. The girl dashed back to her dad, who put his arms around her and kissed her forehead for what she had done. Those little eyes gleamed with happiness and silently uttered 'THANKYOU'.
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