The Train Goes On ...

by Subbu in English Fiction Stories

Huts and tiled roof houses were seen alternately in that road. It looked like a person wearing a bright shirt and a torn dirty dhoti at the same time. His inner mind was in search of somebody but some ...Read Moreforce prevented him from asking it, perhaps his inborn inferiority complex that was preventing him from asking. He wants to ask and not to ask at the same time. An old woman with a dirty kerosene bottle in her hand, came in his way. "Hey, Did you see the kerosene cart coming here?" "I don't know, ma'am.I am also Read Less