It was those eyes, more than anything else, that sent shudders down my spine. Flashing like those of a wild animal in intense agony but full of hatred.
If looks could kill, I wouldn't be writing this post.
From far, I could see a crowd on the middle of the road, and as I got nearer the group was thinning out.
What was he doing there all alone, crouching bang in the middle of the road, his forehead covered with blood, clothes tattered ?
He knew no fear. He did not make way, even for the bus.
Was he a victim of an accident or some bloody feud and what was he doing there? I'll never know .........
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