The Two Sides Of The Coin

Life didn't give Billu a home, it gave him he streets. The corner by the flowers on the footpath was his bedroom, the garbage dump his fridge and he roads his work place. For all he knew, he was an orphan . but if one could spare a glance at the dismal life of this boy, they would see a world full of colours travelling and unravelling in an ordinary mind. The boy was an artistic gem. But that day...

The clock was ticking. The pendulum held its sway. Two people sat in their respective plush armchairs, overlooking the bustling skyline of the city of Mumbai. Steam intricately curled in the air over the steaming cups of coffee. They were the Bundels .  A childless couple, they were reputed doctors by profession and had an equally successful and arrogant group of friends. Their minds buzzed over the next day. The next day would witness the arrival of a new member. An adopted son from the streets so they could groom him into their liking and send ripples among their friend groups.

....his life did a 360 degree. As he rode in the plush interiors of his foster parents' Mercedes, he realised that whatever was going on was for his own good. He only thought of the life that awaited him. But hopes built on false illusions hurt the most when shattered.

 

Life's sunny flit by quickly for Gaurav(Billu). But then the cage of acdemics, classes fell upon the free eagle. Huge burdens of expectations broke the delicate shoulders of the boy as gradually his parents revealed their true ambitious nature. The artist died inside the shattered glass of hope called Billu. The only way he saw ahead was the end. The void. And that was he path he took. The path to nowhere. The day Billu died, the world lost the banyan to the flower pot.