Flimsy excuse it was, that they gave their mother, while eloping from their village home.
Frustrated with bare minimum farm-produce that did nothing to quell their hunger; they looked towards the city with hopes for a better prospect; climbing on the very first train they could manage, hiding between the coaches lil' tense, for the fear of getting caught.
They heaved a sigh of relief, on approaching the city; good times ahead, they thought.
But was the city as easy to live as they envisaged?
With cut-throat competition in the concrete-jungle, their hunt for means to survive had only begun.
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