Birthday

11.30 :

The women across the street was still waiting for a client.  I have been looking at her since long now.  Maybe if I let her know that its a special day tomorrow for me,  she will give a discount. Her cheap tone and lipstick says otherwise. But hope is what keeps us alive, isn't it? Will tomorrow be any different?

The cars zooming by him kept beaming up his lustful face every alternate minute. He hoped she would see him looking at her and would come and talk to him.


12.00 :

Happy Birthday to me..!!!  No sweets,  no friends to wish me, no love or family that would remember my day. Its just another day of hunger and poverty like the last 42 years. There are few other like me on the footpath.. Maybe i should wake them up to celebrate my special day.  Nevermind,  why wake up one more hungry soul in the night. I will cherish my special day,  i don't need anyone else to celebrate it with.  Not even the cheap hooker across the street.

Nope. I think i can make an exception for her. A black ambassador car stopped near her.

12.30 :

She is still bargaining with the guy in the driver seat. Maybe I should go over and play the middle man in the bargain.  I had special talent for that. It was just yesterday that i bought a towel which was being sold for 50 rupees for mere 20 rupees ( that too a torn note).

That bastard is touching her even while bargaining. How can she let him do that?  She really needs a good business partner. Probably I should ask her tomorrow.

01.00 :

She has left with him in the car. Leaving me behind to celebrate my birthday all by myself. She must have got a good bargain, otherwise wouldn't have left her children alone on the footpath during the night. They are good kids and are learning the begging business. I had taught them a few of my tricks and they had picked it up very fast.

Tomorrow if I get some money,  I would buy them chocolates. Maybe then I can ask her to make me her partner,  I can get her good clients.
If we get 50 clients a day and i make 50 rupees commission on each one,  I will be a very rich man in a few days.

Can she take 50 men in a day?  I will have to make her do that otherwise theres no profit in our business.

01.30 :

There's a chill tonight. God gift me a blanket tonight please I pray. Then start chuckling, If he ever wanted to give me anything,  would have given me a better life. I am a lowlife who was born on the streets and will someday die in the same Street. I shouldn't expect more just because it's my birthday, Why would God care about it.  He is happy with all the offerings from the rich,  he keeps answering their prayers.

I said out loud to all the Gods in the sky, "Give me a full meal tomorrow.. Give me a women tomorrow.. Give me bottle of liquor tomorrow.. Then you can have this lowlifes soul in exchange.. It is not worth much but it is everything I have. "


Two days later, an article in the local newspaper read ' NAKED BEGGER FOUND MURDERED IN THE LADIES COMPARTMENT. God seems to have answered a part of his wishes.