The sun was about to set. The path he was wobbling on seemed to be the most difficult one though he knew it since he took his first step. He fought every day to feed hungry mouths but little did he know that this hunger, 'hunger of flesh', would some day snatch his lifeline from him, his 14-year-old daughter.
He was carrying a little clay pot. “Baba, bury my ashes under our favourite tree," said the little girl before closing her eyes forever.