I never thought it will end like this. I am sure he also never thought the piece of plastic I am wielding will save his dignity. For he has always seen plastic as a trap. Something that makes people buy things they never wanted. Something that pulls you deeper in to the debt trap. Something that is a bane of the modern day lifestyles. But now, when I finally did something that would've changed his outlook, it was too late. I just handed the piece of plastic over to the mortuary attendant and waited for the paperwork to be finished to claim his body.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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