"Life is the price we pay for running away from death "
































































I saw a boy at a construction site today. He was, as expected, caked in cement dust and carried a banner of unkempt-hood. But there was something painfully unkempt about him.He wore a blank look, was being ordered around - even by the other menial labourers - and did his tasks without any regard for his surroundings or for himself. To make it more unnerving, his teeth were dilapidated and his eye-balls gouged out of the skull like they were seeing no-where and every-where, both at once.
Khan Baba's shop sold the most tender lamb meat in town, and he was determined to uphold that reputation. This morning, just like every other morning, he went into the backyard and surveyed his flock and there in the corner was the best pick - a frail lamb, delivered just a week back, sucking at its blankly staring and bleating mother sheep.