/Prose writing - topic 4/
//Ten old orphan tot talking to gazing night star while sleeping on a footpath//
My thought soar, my ambitions trek to cliff. But my body and soul sinks to deep frail & shaky tides in life sea.
Hi, I am sonu, a cobbler of mumbai. Being a 10 year old orphan with my younger sister, who has been deprived from his happy childhood and sleeps on foothpath daily with his sister is such a curse and suffocation..
"Dad, mom, where are you?" I keep searching you both everyday in millions of glitters of shining star and glowing planets. I talk to you through moon & stars about all my daily mess created by my rich customer of unwanted point out on my work. I find you both in moon, as it is my favourite twilight gloom of my dark night..