With mike-tysoned stance and several may-weathered heavy blows thrusted into the empty air, he stood in the middle of the busy road with passersby amused and amazed as commuters slowed down to watch a few minutes of the epistle, something they never paid for.
The destiny of a young brilliant chap was deterred by his greedy barren step mother who wanted to inherit his father's properties after the wealthy man's demise; what his deceased mother could have waved with prayers and fervent fasting.
He grew up in the households with no one to look after. His ragged clothes tattered, his unkempt hair full to the brim like a university professor. His mouth odour stinking laced with set of scattered dentition of varying colors; some brown some black.
He was probably struggling with what we didn't see.. a McGregor in disguise. He might have won many of the un staged fights as he ended most with laughter although looking very weak, something known to him alone.
His life of 15years had been in the darkness . No one seemed responsible for his welfare.
What a wicked world !!!
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