sitting by the sidewalk along the beach of shimmering water with vast amounts of efferverscence, i watched the small kids enjoying their summer break with their parents. i watched with jealousy as i didnt have that kinda childhood. life then was terribly wrong for we live in the slums. india was well known for its poor standard of living. what could i say? it wasnt as much affable compared to singapore. this part of india i lived in was only popular among traders due to the attractive port which was planned for attracting ships for business and piracy. this village is corrupt and my family and i started to fun for a better life in the westside of the country. upon coming to a quintessential spot in the middle of no where, it was there where i knew i would start my life a fresh with the arrival of the newborn.


``by a stranger