Bend isn’t talking anymore with this Candy selling man in India.
The latter is a strong one electorate but misinformed, unaware, and if he is
not on any scheduled backward reservation list, maybe he just doesn’t cares. What
matters even if he is a nice man, he loves his bicycle, mends his friends, waves
at them when he sees them after a while, shouts loud, real loud, if he needs to,
is rowdy, unclean, vagabond looking; and the worst, does not entirely agrees
with his beautiful truth of being a poor guy. Perhaps, he is fine being ordinary.
He dreams of becoming a rich man one day, and live like the masters he
works for. He would like to join the army or become a cop too if he can pass
the test. All this while, selling candy, he wants a family as well. And, in all
his dreams there’s one most important thing required, money; and Bend hasn’t
got any in his pocket for his candy, not even any change.
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