In this short story, Parnil Yodha captures a devastating tale of a young man struggling for societal approval and leading a life of respect.
‘Kasai, kasai,’ the Khatri boy shouted and laughed. (‘Butcher, butcher’)
It was recess time. All the boys were running about the playground, playing.
‘Really? Chhiiii!!’ said the boy standing next to him, kicking sand with his black leather school shoes. (‘Really? Yuck’)
‘Yes, that meat shop near the roundabout is his father’s,’ replied the boy, emphasizing loudly the words he wanted me to hear.