It was a hot noon in July. I had risen from my illness and so decided to go for a shave. The barber wasn't too busy and so immediately I occupied the place. In the mean time, a dark woman of around twenty-five entered the saloon. She was perhaps a begger.
To my surprise, the barber was exceptionally quick in doing his job after that woman arrived and both of them were having a fine conversation with each other. After I paid him, the barber made a nod asking me to move out. His expression made me suspicious but having no other option, I moved out. I had hardly stepped out when the shutter behind me came scratching down. I knew that we people were in isolation on the other side of the shutter and this made a chill run down my spine. My heart snak and I stood frozen, then came the cry, that of a groaning misery - perhaps helplessness...
The shutter reopened after a few minutes. The woman slipped out, her eyes wet with submission. I steamed thinking that why had she agreed for this disgraceful act. Then, I saw a hundred rupee note clutched in her hand and I instantly knew that she was drenched in the misery of harsh conditions. I was left dumb seeing her helpless eyes and creeping feet. I too moved away, for I could not do anything.
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