The boy was adopted , the woman felt that the child had his features ... and why not, that piece of rubbish belonged to that filth.
Years passed as by, I took to begging near his mansion, money was never a problem ( i would always end up with atleast 10 rupees a day), my very life was .... to see that grubby filth of a son enjoying all the luxuries of life and the woman's indulgence was too much to bear. The only thing that has kept me going is the dejected look on his face whenever he saw the child. It kept reminding him of his loss... hurrmmpphh.
The woman divorced him and the son left for the States. My prey was the only one in the house. Do not think that the act of killing him when he was alone never passed my mind ... I thought and I have killed him numerous times in my mind's eye ever since ... The words of the priest to leave the matter to God though stopped me from executing my plans.
"Life has a curious way of balancing things .... never be angry at life ... it will get even if not today , someday"
Life though , I have realised is good sometimes even to a beggar woman ... My son left his father to go to the States, left him alone ailing with old age and the diseases it gets ...
When the animal died , no one even realised he had died for 3 days.
Today is the day when they will cremate the body , today Im free from all my earthly bondages, Im free from revenge.
I shall eat sumptuously the left overs and sleep fitfully , for the last time.
Tujhse naaraz nahin zindagi, hairaan hoon main , bas hairaan hoon main