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It was one of those morning in Winter months when the night and day seems to have merger into one. There lied a man alone along the dust of the earth and dirt of men .In the corner of the most busiest Street in the town making it his home with the little clothes he found the other day. The shopkeeper shouted " get out off my shop you filthy dog!" the man ignore continued he's slumber sans of the shopkeeper voice .A sudden hit came on the man's back bring him from the cozy bed his dream to the cold rough floor of reality. kicking him he said " get off you dog, you will chase away my customers". Gesturing him to stop the man lifted his body and his clothes walked off the shop. Outside it was freezing cold and raining. The cold was crushing his bones and with that pain he walked. The pain was lest of his issue it was Bare able but the hunger was his.
He walked towards the garage near to the local Cafe and scavenging for anything which he called "eatable".Smiled when he found a leftover loaf of bread . Eating it like it was now or never which apparently was true . he finished his last and like to find the remaining of taste. He cried. Who said happiness can't be bought. It was only a little he needed. Just for a good meal. In his morning he compared himself to a dog, both driven by their instinct. The people and time walked passed by him. None gave approval to his existence.
