In the 1970s, in a quaint Karavali village, Priya ran a tiny shop on the main road, a hub for locals. She was fiery, smart, and always ready with a warm smile for her customers. Every morning, Ramanna, a humble farmer, would stop by for his daily supplies, secretly hoping for a chat with Priya. Though shy, his laughter was infectious. One rainy afternoon, as Priya struggled to close her shop shutters against the storm, Ramanna rushed over, helping her with ease. Their laughter mingled with the raindrops, sparking an unsaid promise between them, a bond only the village understood.
Ray of light far from sight All his need is a caring feed A place to sleep, a blanket to keep - the despodent waif Warm and safe Cruel men see the poor one plead, Emptiness filled hearts hesitant to share a part. On the pavement's corner sits this lad a bit. Weak and pale telling his tale None hear Do they feign fear? Hoping - is all he could do for some fresh hot stew Every passer-by down the lane Ignore this guy and all his pain Why is this scene not wiping off my brain Serene it Remains Revives time and again As I sit by the window of the train.
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