"I make no difference to this world." he complained fidgeting with the 'kosambari'( Indian salad) container which they had bought from Ko-danda, the local snacks provider, situated on the road, just around the corner. "Why do you think so?", Chinnaswamy inquired rather tired of the walk, the snack and the walk-companion-who-cribbed. "My work has no value, in this bloody world. Almost like the world can go on without me !", he said throwing the newspaper-container-for-the-kosambari onto the footpath. Light breeze bought the other papers together, and they leaped in joy as they got together, like long lost brothers/sisters.
"You don't?!?!" Chinnaswamy answered questioningly!
1 comment:
what ra!
no flow only!
I think you ate some sentence with the kosambari!
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