His mother was terribly sick and needed help.
"15 ruppes till now", he counted.
He needed 25 rupees more, to buy that medicine.
The afternoon heat was relentless, more so because of an empty stomach.
The weight of the groundnut basket was slowly weakening his knees.
Desperate, he knocked at every car window that stopped at the traffic signal.
Finally, a family bought 3 portions. Overjoyed, he was rushing back to the medical store.
The light was red. Yet, for some drivers, it didn't matter. There was a loud braking sound, followed by a thud. The car sped away. Who would care to save the life of a nomad groundnut seller?
A mother awaited the arrival of her son with some medicines. He never came.
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