Happiness: A wild goose chase
Not only the dearth of resources but lacking the fortitude to buy even dreams, added to the excruciating agony of his tormenting indigence. Bob was only 9 when he was forced to renounce his school entailed by his father’s incapability to pay for his education. His slender, handsome face was adorned with big deep eyes, shallow enough to ooze out the pain and sufferings he had been through. Consequently, he had an elusive countenance of indifference set permanently on his face. His father, Steve, in his late thirties was anomalously cadaverous, decently short, thin, gray haired man resembling more to a man in his fifties. His charmless, wrinkled face pertaining to the strokes of poverty, delineated, vividly, his experience with the life. Burdened down under the responsibility of his wife, Martha, and the only son Bob, Steve was helplessly trying against all odds to earn a living but to no avail. His wife used to do odd seasonal works, like pottery, that too intermittently spor...
