Displacement

-Subhakar

For years he was familiar with that place! Without any obstruction he was moving forward to his usual place of begging. He was blind!

A harsh voice froze him.......’Look!’

‘Yes, whoooo's there......?’ there was a nameless fear in his voice! Is it police or what? Do they want to stop me from begging here, he wondered!

‘Are you blind by both the eyes?’

‘Yes.’

‘Are you the only beggar in this area?’

‘Yes.’

‘How is the income?’

‘It’s sufficient for me.’

‘Do you buy food from hotel?’

‘No. There is an old woman in the next street. She prepares for me. I pay for it.’

‘Police people don’t trouble here, do they?’

‘No. Why do you ask all these?’

‘My name is Nathan. I lost my left leg and both the arms in an accident. I was begging in a nearby area. A biggie is coming there. So the police vacated me from there. So I’ve come to beg in this area!’