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Don't read this story if you're in a good mood. Don't read this story if you are in a bad mood. //captioned// Nannu's father was a gentleman. A true man by all means. It is never easy for a man to act like a mother but he graciously took the responsibility of parenting a little boy whose mother had passed away when the boy was just three. Lung cancer gave excruciating times to the lovers before the mother gave up. She had been strong for so long. Maybe she was tired of being strong. So she went away. Nannu was six now. A school going boy! Every Sunday he used to sit near the pond with his father. His f

Don't read this story if you're in a good mood. Don't read this story if you are in a bad mood. //captioned// Nannu's father was a gentleman. A true man by all means. It is never easy for a man to act like a mother but he graciously took the responsibility of parenting a little boy whose mother had passed away when the boy was just three. Lung cancer gave excruciating times to the lovers before the mother gave up. She had been strong for so long. Maybe she was tired of being strong. So she went away. Nannu was six now. A school going boy! Every Sunday he used to sit near the pond with his father. His f

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"If I try to touch you, then what? Huh? I'll fuck you when I want. I will fuck you how I want." (story in caption) Nannu didn't like making blade cuts on his body but it was the only thing that made him feel numb for a bit. The marks were all over his body, covered by clothes from the eyes of the world but not covered enough to heal his rotten soul. The reserved, often silent boy was by himself when some knocked the door. It was Maan. And Nannu had something in his mind. So he opened the door casually, hiding the intense animal within. "Late from work today, eh?" The teenager asked without meaning it. "Yea

"If I try to touch you, then what? Huh? I'll fuck you when I want. I will fuck you how I want." (story in caption) Nannu didn't like making blade cuts on his body but it was the only thing that made him feel numb for a bit. The marks were all over his body, covered by clothes from the eyes of the world but not covered enough to heal his rotten soul. The reserved, often silent boy was by himself when some knocked the door. It was Maan. And Nannu had something in his mind. So he opened the door casually, hiding the intense animal within. "Late from work today, eh?" The teenager asked without meaning it. "Yea

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Belt marks on his back give the testimony of the life he lives. I imagine his mother looking at her son from the beyond and crying silent tears. (story in caption) *Nannu and his fate* All the boys playing cricket in the village ground are below twelve years of age. Among them, the most noticeable boy is Nannu. I have played enough cricket in my life to know which boy is really playing cricket and which boy is just spending (wasting) time. I sit near the long on boundary and observe Nannu. The boy who has won my heart by the way he plays. He isn't the most perfect fielder but he dives around like a force. A force that wouldn't take a loss at any cost. Hi

Belt marks on his back give the testimony of the life he lives. I imagine his mother looking at her son from the beyond and crying silent tears. (story in caption) *Nannu and his fate* All the boys playing cricket in the village ground are below twelve years of age. Among them, the most noticeable boy is Nannu. I have played enough cricket in my life to know which boy is really playing cricket and which boy is just spending (wasting) time. I sit near the long on boundary and observe Nannu. The boy who has won my heart by the way he plays. He isn't the most perfect fielder but he dives around like a force. A force that wouldn't take a loss at any cost. Hi

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Nannu is a good boy... (story in caption) 'Why drunkards pee themselves?' Nannu clicks the search button on google but doesn't look at the loaded pages. Actually, he looks out the window, to his aging (dying) father making a mess out of himself in this Sunday afternoon that was supposed to relax him just a bit. Nannu throws newspapers everyday, even on the sundays, but he doesn't work on this hotel near the main market on the weekends. He earns enough to own a nice smartphone with a decent internet connection and his sundays are spent k

Nannu is a good boy... (story in caption) 'Why drunkards pee themselves?' Nannu clicks the search button on google but doesn't look at the loaded pages. Actually, he looks out the window, to his aging (dying) father making a mess out of himself in this Sunday afternoon that was supposed to relax him just a bit. Nannu throws newspapers everyday, even on the sundays, but he doesn't work on this hotel near the main market on the weekends. He earns enough to own a nice smartphone with a decent internet connection and his sundays are spent k

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some dhaba in Dehradun (story in caption) *Some dhaba in Dehradun* Nannu loved food. He loved anything he could get while dishwashing. He was not paid but he had nowhere to go. He was only seven years old suffering things no one should. The dhaba was his heaven, the dhaba was his hell. The owner of the dhaba was a cranky middle-aged man called Maan. He gave a good beating to anyone who'd irritate him just a little— even the older ones in the staff. You know, the black and blue kind of beating. He once slapped Nannu so hard he fell on

some dhaba in Dehradun (story in caption) *Some dhaba in Dehradun* Nannu loved food. He loved anything he could get while dishwashing. He was not paid but he had nowhere to go. He was only seven years old suffering things no one should. The dhaba was his heaven, the dhaba was his hell. The owner of the dhaba was a cranky middle-aged man called Maan. He gave a good beating to anyone who'd irritate him just a little— even the older ones in the staff. You know, the black and blue kind of beating. He once slapped Nannu so hard he fell on

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Sometimes though, he'd look up the night sky through the window for a bit. Then he'd forget what he never remembered. (piece in caption) *nannu* Doctors said he couldn't live beyond six, but he thrived till ten. Nannu was born in a family that were ragpickers since ages. Nothing much ever happened in their family, and I reckon nothing much ever will. The father, the mother, and the three elder sisters— spent their days, or rather, lives, in the garbage. Nannu didn't care much. He really didn't. He had those beautiful shining eyes you just never forget. He didn't like letters or numbers. He always had messy hair, his nose was a

Sometimes though, he'd look up the night sky through the window for a bit. Then he'd forget what he never remembered. (piece in caption) *nannu* Doctors said he couldn't live beyond six, but he thrived till ten. Nannu was born in a family that were ragpickers since ages. Nothing much ever happened in their family, and I reckon nothing much ever will. The father, the mother, and the three elder sisters— spent their days, or rather, lives, in the garbage. Nannu didn't care much. He really didn't. He had those beautiful shining eyes you just never forget. He didn't like letters or numbers. He always had messy hair, his nose was a