A few kilometers from the capital, in a small village surrounded by green forests. Splashes from the nearby waterfall faintly vibrated in the air. It was bright but a bit cold in the area.
"Die," a man stomped Sumesh right in the gut. "You lower-caste scum. How dare you touch the food?"
Some other men also joined in to beat Sumesh up, while the others stared from afar. Not lending a hand to help him from this plight.
Sumesh protected his head with his frail arms, curling up like a ball to take the incoming attacks. Mud was caked on his face, cuts and bruises on his body. The blood trickled down from his head to his chin.
He wanted to scream for help but Sumesh knew it was useless and there was no one to help him in this world. He just wanted to eat something to satiate himself. His stomach had been growling since the last two days.
