He stands under the roof of a renowned book stall, selling pamphlets, featuring his compilation of essays.
Some students come and hand over a five rupee coin, out of pity, take the pamphlet and leave.
After a tired day, he exists and steps out. The sight of strewn pamphlets brings tears to his eyes.
He realises that money not the only thing, that an artist needs to exist.
-Sayantan Datta
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