Fiction: Blue Shoes by Sangita Sultania
Photo Credit: Nithi Anand Source: Wikimedia Commons Bhola blinked at bright sunlight filtering through his kitchen bedroom. It was time to get to work. Looking at the angle of the sun he realised he had already overslept this morning and shot off his floor bedding in an instant. He had to finish the day’s chopping and scrubbing before the cook arrived. Bhola didn’t mind the morning rush, for he had the rest of the day quite free to himself. And for a monthly salary of Rs 2,000, free food...