Chapter 59

A blind man was holding am empty tin can. He extended his arms from where he was sitting that the passers by, at their, he could collect some for his upset stomach. But, it seemed that no one had cared. It seemed that he was not the only blind in the world. It seemed that that the world had a bunch of blind eyes

Near the bum, an Old man stood. His back slouched a bit of weary for the days of fishing. All his days were spent in the rivers with his nets. If not, the port was his place of trade. In his list, he had enough reasons to pass for a retirement

The street was full of people. Buzzing to and fro, strangers exchanging trades, gossipers sat at the corner, their daughters roaring at the place but no one had cared, the trade center looked an endless, which it was and it made Peter dizzy

If he could just have a little time sit, he would take it gladly as a reward. But, Joana was always the energetic as well as restless w