The Old Shoe Shiner

Ghanshyam Thakur was unbothered by the infamous July heat. Though the sky was inexorable and the sun was pouring fire, and everything on Earth, including the houses and the trees on the hills of Lubhu, was heaving in restless silence, Ghanshyam Baje, wiping sweat off his snowy brows, continued to apply his polishing brush across the shoe of Bardaan with an undistributed concentration.