Life Quotes Of Love: Fantasy Or Crude Reality? Part 2
Life Quotes Of Love: Fantasy Or Crude Reality? Part 2
Life Quotes Of Love: Fantasy Or Crude Reality? Part 2
He returned to his room in the slum
at about midnight. It’s a small room made of bamboo fence and roof is of tin.
The rent is 2000 per month. There are several studies which show that slum
dwellers pay more than the apartment dwellers in this city. The room is small
and simple unlike all other rooms in the slum.
Life Quotes Of Love: Fantasy Or Crude Reality? Part 2
A single cot with mosquito net, some
kitchen utensils, a portable charcoal oven, some clothes hanging from a hanger
and exceptional with this place, some dozens of books on the floor.
He put some rice, lentil, spices,
salt, and chili with a tea spoon of butter oil into a pot, lit up the oven,
charcoal started burning. A mild fragrance started to come out from the pot. Joya
had some strange habits. She used to cook food, take those in a pot and she
would roam the entire locality in search of someone who is really hungry.
Traditionally this country has many
beggars. Its not because they do not have any means to income, its because they
are reluctant to work and earn. Rather they try to grab easy money.
Joya would roam to find someone who
is really needy and hungry. She was always lucky to find someone she desired
and gave him/her the food and some help.
“OH!! YOU FUCKING BEACH!! BUNCHES OF
BUGGERS!! WHY YOU ALL SIT ON MY HEAD AND RUIN MY MONEY!!” With sudden hue and
cry he got conscious from his thought. Sound of shouting and crying are coming
from the next door. He walked slowly to the door of the next room and found
that the head of that home grabbing hairs of the lady of that home. Four scared
children were standing away. He slowly moved to the man and pushed him with
force; the man fell down and got unconscious. Saliva was coming through his
mouth.
Life Quotes Of Love: Fantasy Or Crude Reality? continued to Part 3
Life Quotes Of Love: Fantasy Or Crude Reality? continued to Part 3
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