A little girl, clutching her money tightly, entered the store. Before she could say a word, the store clerk sharply told her to get outside and read the sign on the door, and stay out until she put on some shoes. She left slowly, and a big man followed her out of the store.
He watched as she stood in front of the store and read the sign: "No Bare Feet." Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she turned and started to walked away.
Just then the big man called to her. Sitting down on the curb, he took off his size-12 shoes, and set them in front of the girl saying, "Here, you won't be able to walk in these, but if you sort of slide along, you can get your ice cream cone."
Then he lifted the little girl up and set her feet into the shoes. "Take your time," he said, "I get tired of moving them around, and it'll feel good to just sit here and eat my ice cream."
The shining eyes of the little girl could not be missed as she shuffled up to the counter and ordered her ice cream cone."
(As Narrated by my old friend, Rameez P.K at a Short Story Competition, 2002)
Rameez P.K was my friend & Roommate at Dayapuram Residential School, were i studied only for an year but have earned friends for a lifetime.. those were the days when i had a fusion of feelings mostly gloomy... will write about the experiences in my Next Blog that would be titled "3 idiots - A Story of Survival". A story about how Me & My Two close friends - Rameez & Masoud survived an year of Hostel Life @ Dayapuram ..
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