The old man sat alone on the platform, with his work worn hands that ran over the cracks in the concrete of the station. The sounds of the bustling crowd moving in and out of the station, but they felt distant, it seemed as if it was all to a place that he had not been to in ages. Blindness has stolen his sight, but hadn't stolen the memories of when he was a proud porter, able to support his family with dignity.
Now with his wife gone, he had the responsibility of providing for his kids. Aarohi who wanted to become a doctor and Aarav who had grown distant and cold .
As he listened to the distant whistle of an approaching train, he instantly felt the concern ready to gnaw at him from within. Something felt different about today, the gloom of the history was tightening around him. He clutched his stick, sensing someone was behind him, but before he could turn, someone hissed into his ear , " It's time to pay your past mistakes........."
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Silent Sacrifice
NouvellesThere are some sacrifices of which we are unaware of and we will never be knowing.
