Amidst
of the screeches and smoke, he was taking fast steps. The shiny drops of tough
life would smear all over his face —Curly hairs full of dust, dusky eyes full
of hope. It was hard to say what was he handling...Was that some sculpture or
his dire needs?
Suddenly he caught himself in someone’s
camera. He trembled and trying to conceal his face. This mad world won’t have
an idea that Hunger is the new religion. If they would catch an image of Muslim
with Hindu’s Idol… he knew that would lead to more slaughtering of
humanity.
- Ankita Chauhan
