A Discarded Life
The man walked with his back hunched and eyes squinting, struggling to pave his own path for himself; head protruding to the front, angled in an extremely uncomfortable position and with an inexplicably large gap between his legs trying to balance himself, as if his world had split open in the center and he was walking with his legs on each end of the world unable to leave either of them. _ It was one of those cold and dry early mornings in the capital of India. Everything around was unclear, dense fog enveloped the city cag...