#FREEDOM
Today, while complaining about my cold Vada-pav, I saw him digging the garbage. Shabby clothes, rough entangled hair and bruised skin adorned him. He picked up some rubbish and took a bite.
He relished his snack. I didn’t.
I thought of offering him some food. But I couldn’t.
He was free. I wasn’t.
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