It was a typical crowded road junction of my town. As the signal went red my rickshaw stopped at the signal. I was traveling back home from the college. The traffic congested badly giving scope to several beggars and hawkers to earn their money. From toys and flowers to sari covers and cheap accessories , the street vendors had it all to sell to their prospective customers. The fidget spinner was the current attraction at the traffic signal.

But my story is about a kid hawker who sold long pens.

" Didi please take a packet of long pens. Only for Rs. 20/-." A street vendor boy said to me.

He was about ten years old kid holding two packets of long pens. He had tucked the plastic bag containing the remaining set of long pens on his waist line . His face was tanned but it sparkled. Hair were overgrown but neatly combed. Clothes were old but not so dirty. Though he looked much clean than the other vendors and hawkers, his sight irritated me. Everyday I met him at the same signal joint.

" I don't need them. Please shurg off. " I said to him angrily.

" Didi please take. I will have my lunch. I am hungry. " The boy replied folding his hands and giving me a pale expression. His eyes were staring at the eatery packets I had kept besides me in the rickshaw. It was my habit to pick some tasty takeaway food while coming from the college.

"Don't I know your begging tactics? You...