The pointed toe, yellow colored shoe fascinated Shambhu, the first time he saw it in the store. He imagined walking his village lanes wearing the shoe and everyone looking at him enviously. He convinced Shibu, the sales man, to put a deposit from his own pocket till Shambhu returned him the money in twenty four hours. Knowing Shambhu’s credit history, Shibu was not very optimistic, but he paid the bill anyway.
Mantu was playing in the backyard, when he heard of the commotion coming from the front of his home. He rushed inside and saw two masked men pointing a gun at his father demanding, “hand over your purse,”
“This is my months salary,” pleaded father as he wrestled with the robber, “what are we going to eat if you take my money?”
That is when, one of the goons hit father on the head with the pistol butt and some brick, “catch them Mantu,” cried father as he lost his senses.
“Do you know your attacker?” asked the police officer, “without a name I cannot help.”
“Shambhu uncle,” shouted Mantu excitedly to everyones surprise, “only Shambhu uncle has a yellow colored shoe with a pointed toe.”
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Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding