I know a lot of people who have the worst past. I like to talk to people, ordinary ...

... people or poor people, whatever you would like to call them. They think they were born to suffer, born to feel the pain. And those whoever did all these to others, they think they deserve this, the pain, the nightmares the get at nights.
But even after all these, they dream. They dream to have a good life. A ceiling fan, or a new purple dress for the daughter. or just a plate of rice and beef curry. They just want to smile, they just want to be gleeful for once. they are living with egregious pasts which haunts them, but they still fight. they know they are culpable and surviving.
After all we all are human beings, amalgamation of emotions and paradoxes. A consistent struggle between holding back and reaching out.