LOVER’S MIRROR
It was just an innocent smile , Manohar, a teacher by profession thought as he passed the meat shop in the main market with a blooded knife concealed under his clothing. The persistent fear of being spotted made him nervous as it was his town and he didn’t want to be caught in possession of the weapon so he walked towards his flat without attracting any undue attention. From the corner of eye Manohar saw a normally run market where buyers and sellers were involved in their perpetual battle; one in which the seller try to extract the maximum profit whereas the buyer try to negotiate the best deals. Manohar took a sign of relief as he entered the cobbler street and looked at three-story building whose top floor housed his flat, so far so good . The legend of the streets name brought a smile to his face as he noticed a cobbler sitting in the corner mending shoes. It was said that here once lived a cobbler who was famous for his designer shoes. The town’s who’s who