The Reclusive Beast

The standard of living across the Indian subcontinent was generally low. In a remote small town, dilapidated houses stretched on without end. Drafty windows, ceilings riddled with holes that exposed the sky overhead, narrow streets, and a chaotic environment left uncleared all silently spoke of the poverty here. That afternoon, some elderly poor people sat lazily outside their doors, idly watching passersby from both sides of the street. Afternoon was supposed to be working hours, but this place was too poor.