Raghu looked at his bare feet and then the running feet of all the football players on the ground, remembering when one of the them pushed him away, telling him, how he needs shoes to play with them, shoes that he couldn’t afford.
“Its been 6 months I got you these expensive shoes, wash them and wear them again’”, his mom reprimanded him, “mom i don’t have time now, please, next time”. As Rahul leaves banging the door, his mom picked up the soiled yet brand new shoes and threw them out.
Raghu touched them, with a broad smile.
