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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