Another day of waiting at labour chowk. Another day without work. He spends the last coins in his pocket on poori-sabji at the corner cart before walking few miles to his spot.
The damned dog is still here. He repents offering him that biscuit the first day. He repents giving him a name.
He shoo the dog away.
It is a chilly night. His footpath bed behind the nightclub barely keeps him warm.
Three. Two. One. Happy New Year.
Loud cheers wake him up.
He feels the freezing breath. He feels the shivering body.
He pulls Sheru inside the blanket.
#HWR #FDC #prompt7
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