Saturday, January 5, 2013

Backfire

He was waiting in his shop. No customer since last Monday. All the money he could save was running out. But the kind of thing he deals in, he couldn't expect many customers. His wife left him years back.
 "You don't do a better work; remember, the evil you sell, will one day return to you. You aid in other's death, some day you will have to live worse than death.". 
Silly woman, tried to curse. She had no idea what a profitable business it was then. In a country like where it is almost a requirement, a compulsion to keep atleast one, my business will flourish, always. He let her go, but did not allow her to take their infant son.
 "He's mine, if you want to go, go alone! Don't ever think of my son." "The devil is taking your mind, you have already sold your soul to him, foul man!". she cursed again. "Go, go away, I had been saving all my life for my family, now you break it. My son shall inherit all. Get lost." He barked. 

"All for my son, son! Son, where are you? Stop playing hide and seek in the shop dear. "
"Find me, father." He heard a giggle in backyard. Smiling, just as he turned to the backyard door, a customer knocked.
Finally, someone after days. The man arrived was tall, well built. rough hair all covered with dust. His clothes were soiled in mud and blood stains here and there. Fierce man. Without saying a word the man came inside and started checking each piece. He tried to explain the models, features but the man signaled him to stay silent. The way that man examined each one,