I took out my left foot from the left door of my premier class sedan, one can surely have a glimpse of my black scintillating shoes being landed on the earth but nothing above it as the door of my car covers the remaining me. Exerting some downward thrust onto the ground I come out of my luxurious little shelter with sun rays shining from behind as after experiencing Tyndall effect. With my hairs neatly trimmed, beard in its proper shape and a pair of RayBan over my eyes, I initiate my movement towards the office door. I don’t even get a chance to burn down my calories by following the PUSH written on the door as the guard does that for me along with a warm good morning in compliment. As I enter the office and proceed towards my cabin walking through the corridor, all the office bearers wish me and I reply them with a very generous smile and a nod of my head. Finally, I’m into my cabin with my ass on the softest and the most comfortable revolving piece of furniture. N
SHE An old woman sitting on a jute bag, veiled up till neck was constantly crushing some herbs in a stone mortar. Her colorful glass bangles were colliding constantly with each other to create a rhythmic sound which was perfectly in sync with the grinding sound of mortar. The woman was surrounded by numerous other villagers. Each one of them was standing or sitting in an absolute mournful silence, except the one tiniest visible unit of human species, the infant, she was kept on the trunk of a horizontally mutilated tree. Her cry was piercing the silence created by the villagers like a dagger into the heart. Five a step from the trunk on which the girl was kept, a small metal pan filled with milk was being boiled at low flames over some locally available wood pieces. The sky turned twilight as the mighty sun had almost disappeared into the horizon. Grey shade had almost took over the brightness of orange. Just then, a little boy dared to ask his grandfather in a very mild voic