The Hesitant Half Smile.


With those hesitant half steps and that hesitant half smile pressed against his face, he breathed in the dead skin of this unknown city. His fingers tightly wrapped around the handle bar of his dilapidated suitcase, he stood there submerged in the glitters and golds of this city attracting the very souls out from one’s heart. Lucrative like the Devil’s deals, demanding one’s soul. But he was not the man who would succumb to the Devil. Though for now, he was just a tiny hesitant boy to this boastful city. But time knew that he was to become the man to overpower every devil that roamed this city.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)


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