Kumara was married and life couldn't be any more perfect than it was. His stupendous works were getting quite a bit of a market. They said it was good quality and exuded love. It was definitely worth something, however, the price always came in low. Kumara felt that his work was not being appreciated enough. For a man with a shabby house, a pregnant wife and an aging mother, all that mattered was the money brought into the house; not fame, not appreciation, or if it did, what was the value of it. He knew there was none.
As much as he liked visitors, he started feeling a sense of repulse for them. Their oohs and aahs to see his marvelous work meant zilch to him. They seldom bought what they liked, and when they did, they'd haggle him down to a bare minimum. He needed a getaway that could bring him fortune, a real visitor who could bring him good luck.
One day, as he was toiling his land of mud, bricks and bhatis, a man visited Kumharwara. At first, Kumara took him for one of those regular guests he so often unwillingly entertained, but this one gave a semblance of someone who could not be ignored. He had a presence like no other. He was fancy, came in an exotic black SUV, wore crisp white shalwar kameez, uncreased and untainted, with sleeves folded on his thick forearms, shiny black shoes & the sporting executive peripherals. He wore dark shades and had made sure they perched themselves neatly on the bridge of his thick nose. As soon as he had stepped out of his vehicle, the hot humid air had condensed on his cool white skin. He was tall, and bulky and had a fiery demeanor about him.
His arrival had made Kumara's hair on the back of his neck to stand up. He stood sharp like a cat which had suddenly seen another feline trying to invade into his territory. Before he could look way, Kumara saw his uncle running towards this man and stopping next to him. They both engaged in a conversation and then they looked towards Kumara, and his uncle pointed his finger in his direction. The man scanned the area and then landed his eyes at Kumara. He then took off his glasses and his poppy eyes shown, circled by the shadows of his brow. They both walk towards the boy.