Of Cabbages and Kings

December 19, 2006

Filed under: Fiction — Chinmayi @ 4:59 pm

A man lies asleep on the sidewalk. Not a sidewalk so much as cracked chunks of cement tagging along the road. Not a man so much as a tired dusty almost-boy with straggling moustache rested against a piece of sacking and a bony shoulder fighting its way out of a hole in his shirt to pick up new scratches and bruises from the concrete. Chattering people, autorickshaws, school children, dog-fights and trucks roar past him. And he continues to sleep, his fists curled against his face. He sleeps the sleep of one who has earned his rest…who has earned the right to put his head on a rag, turn his back to the world and float into oblivion.

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