"Is this all I earned by working my ass off all those hours? Huh, I sure am pathetic." Han Pustay thought to himself looking at the few thousand rupees (apx. 300USD) he earned in this month.
His thoughts were abrubted by a cold breeze of wind that went through his cheeks. "It sure has gotten colder." He mumbled followed by a thin white cloud forming each time his breath came in contact with the surrounding.
It was the month of Poush(Dec-Jan) and the streets of Kathmandu were filled by fogs. His thoughts wandering aimlessly while taking the same route to his home,
he could hear the random buzzing of people as they spoke while he waited for the signal to turn green.
"Hey I heard the storm is going to hit again tomorrow."
"What? First it was tremors, now the storm is the world really going to end."
"Yes even the Jyotishis has been predicting it's the end."
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"You bastards, didn't I tell you to bring more?"
Bandesh one of the leaders of the street hooligans roared at his underling when he saw the amount of goods they were successful to smuggle were way less than that of their deal.
"B-boss, bu-
Before the underling could finish his sentence, Bandesh shot daggers at him making him shut up.
"Did I raise you guys to talk back infront of me?"
He clutched the latters hair making him whimper in pain before coming face to face with the rage filled face of Bandesh.
"Now now, you and your usual temper leader. Calm down a bit, at this rate you will scare off all of our boys."
Saimon, the second-in-command spoke out as soon as he finished sorting out the goods and labeling them for distribution.
"I don't care, if they are scared so much than they are free to leave." Bandesh retorted.
"Forgive them this once, you too know how hard it is with all the police right behind our tail. One wrong move and we all would've been killed."
A sigh left Bandesh mouth as he shook his head in dissapointment.
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A hot wave of mixture of scent rushed out of the room as Lomas slamed opened the door.
The babbling of people and the sound of keyboard being hit was the only noise filling the room.
But this was not what Lomas came back for after preparing for sleep.
He made his way towards the white desk at the back which was situated just in the middle of the room and slammed his hands, startling the one doozing off on the chair.
"What is the meaning of this Lomas? Is this how you behave infront of your senior?"
None of his ramblings went in his ears as his mind was set in some other thing.
"Why was my proposal withdrawn? Even the section cheif praised it."
Lomas sternly demanded.
"You think the other party will agree to all the conditions like that?"
"Convincing them is upto me. Just pass the proposal from our depart."
"We can't take such a huge risk. It will not be approved no matter what."
Lomas sighed in frustration looking at cowardly behaviour of his team leader. He knew it was not due to the risk but it was all the play of connections.
Without a word he left a letter of resignation infront of the desk and left the office, the voice of his leader blending in the background.
"You! Are you insane? You can't go on like this. How many jobs have you left like this? Or do you want to die of poverty?"
A cold breeze passed by Lomas as he left the complex and headed towards his apartment. Being a corporate slave wasn't easy.
Heaving a sigh, he looked up at the night sky.
3 different boys, 3 different mindsets but when they saw the moon in the night sky, shining so proudly reflecting on their eyes the only thought it hit them was;
"Death is all I could care about."