City of Dreams

Once upon a time…

He had not eaten or drunk anything for past 1 week… Lying on the dirty streets of Mumbai, every passing day brought him closer to his impending death! Seeing him in that condition could melt even a stone,but alas! not Mumbai.

He had come from Delhi in hope of a better standard of living. He had heard that Mumbai was the city of dreams. So here he was, full of enthusiasm,until he could not bear the hunger anymore. Last 7 days had shown him the harsh and true colours of this city where there were no free lunches.He sorely missed his entire family back in Delhi. In despair, he finally decided to leave Mumbai the day after.

The same night as he was trying to sleep on the street, he saw light coming from the 2nd floor window of the building on the opposite side of the road. He had never seen any light from there since the time he had been there. Suddenly he had a ray of hope since this was a house where he had not yet gone for help.Smiling for the first time after what felt like an eternity, he collected whatever energy he had left and entered the building.

15 min later…

There was a scene of utter chaos inside the house.Members of the house were running behind him…eyes full of murderous rage… They were five in number while he was alone…He had never run this fast, his heart indicating it could burst any minute.After 10 minutes of this ordeal, he was sweating profusely. How long could he delay the inevitable?? Fighting hard for another 10 minutes, his body finally gave up and he surrendered himself. The next moment, he was gone, murdered by one of the family members, a 12 year old kid, eyes still open… as if pleading to let him go…

What a life he had…the day he was born, entire Delhi barring his family cried and now when he was dead,Mumbai was celebrating!!!

If only he were born a human and not a dengue-inflicting monster,his murder would be investigated,not celebrated…

This was his only fault!!

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