Was it love——-?
Posted September 20, 2012on:
She was frantically wailing standing beside the open sewer; my son—-O’ Lord, my son, my son———. Her four year old son had slipped in the gutter which was full of garbage and trash giving out horrible smell. Her son breathed his last in front of her eyes. No one had the guts to pull him out. He was draggled and soiled all over. The mother was aware that her son was no more. People from the neighborhood stood there watching, quietly, avoiding the grieved mother’s helplessness—–when——– a black shining limousine stopped by.
A handsome tall rich gentleman dressed in pricey white suit, got down. Casting a glance at the mother, sliding down in the gutter, he brought out the child’s body in his arms. Mother holding her grubby dead son tightly hugged him all over.
She forgot the man who had taken out her son from the gutter. He was the man who, she discarded to marry for his low status, few years back———!