He resides on the pavement eating scraps of food when he is lucky to get them. Elsewhere, those who have a house to live in, hot food and a job that brings an income complain about petty things.
When it rains, he seeks shelter hoping he won’t be driven away. Nobody knows what he’s thinking. Maybe he has (shattered) dreams. In spite of everything, he is content. Or appears to be. A warm and cozy home is not enough for some. Neither is a full wallet.
Another day. Another lane. A flower lady makes a living with her son selling flowers by the roadside. Twenty one years pass. One day, he hugs her, promising to be back soon. An hour later she receives a call informing her he has drowned. Her only support snatched away.
It is a sin that
Money makes us unhappy
Can it buy pleasure?