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- Write a piece of fiction consisting of exactly 9 sentences. The choice of subject, characters and setting is totally up to you.
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Bonding over Pani Puri
He is happily gorging on the Pani Puri at Bandra Bandstand one Sunday evening brimmed with the crowd storming their way outside the residence of the superstar at Mannat.
All he cared for was the delicious and mouth watering Paani Puri whose warmth went down his throat oblivious to the crowd gone berserk.
The pani puri wala tells him, ’50 bucks, sir’ but he couldn’t find his wallet whose weight he felt in his deep pocket.
Somebody gentled touched his hand and, as he looked around, he saw the street urchin who pointed with her tiny finger, the wallet lying in the mud.
The toddler picked the purse and cleaned it with his ragged t-shirt before handing it back to its rightful owner.
As the toddler was walking away, he called her, “Wanna have some?” and her face lit up as she grabbed the pani puri with both her hands, something she yearned since she started begging at Bandstand, standing in front of the stall in the scorching sun for hours.
He bent down and held the toddler’s hand, “Thank you so much. I have always look down at you and will you be my friend?” as she ready offered her tiny hand.
He took her in his arm and flung her in the air to catch her, planting a fatherly kiss on her cheek as she thanked her stars for finding love from a stranger.
A group of girls, dressed in branded jeans and holding Prada bags, giggled and sneered scornfully, “What a weird fellow, playing with such kind of people..so disgusting” but if only they had a heart to feel the emotion of pure and unadulterated love devoid of human prejudices, class, caste and wealth.