“Robert… ..Robert….Robert”, the Ill clad man shouted, shouted till his voice became inaudible. He ran after the fast-moving byke but couldn’t match its speed even knowing that it was impossible. The ill-groomed man started panting after being defeated in the long chase. He looked around and after confirming no one saw him took a deep sigh of relief. The man walked lethargically and sat on one side of Johans Street. The ill-groomed man rubbed both his hands on his face arranged his hair and with a smile and had an internal conversation, “ The byke was at a high speed, but Robert knows my voice better than any other man in the world. Today he lost his chance to know me better”.

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In everybody’s life, a situation comes when we question the existence of a parallel world which we act not to recognize whereas we are a part of it.

Zeeshan an extremely career-conscious guy belonged to such a poverty-stricken family where it becomes a tough competition to survive. Going with Darwin’s theory ‘Survival of the Fittest’, Zeeshan had to starve for days and nights and finally survived in the combat of life and hunger.

“Hello, hello are you alive, hello. I have brought food items and two bottles of water. Have these, you’ll feel better”.

Zeeshan looked up and stared at the unknown face, wondered why only he came forward to helped him.

“Sir, I’m Zeeshan and not a beggar. I can starve myself to death but can’t beg. I’m a qualified unemployed. I can recognize the costume you’re wearing. Isn’t it 🎅...