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A Dreamer

Everyday, with a new promise of achieving, crossing a new milestone or treading the uncharted path he stepped forward with cautious footing, brimming with faith and confidence abound.

Pin-striped suit, white collar shirt showed his immaculate sense of dressing even for a man of modest salary, means and a humble family background.

Day after day the ambitious young lad with eyes on the top job of the showroom, worked hard inspired by the men about whom this voracious reader had learnt and was impressed by the story of their lives.

A shoe salesman, not a very prestigious job in the gaze of public, held a lot of promise for him and an assurance of feeding him and his parents, both at the cusp of their lives, at the end of the day.

The sales-man surrounded by women and girls, beautiful, tall, voluptuous and slim and holding their feet, helping them wear red, blue, cream, leather, heeled and flat-soled shoes, never set his eyes on them but had a dream that he cherished, from dawn till dusk.

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