Minor Story of a Cosmopolitan City
On 19th Feb 2015, I went through one of the most busiest crossing of Karachi around 9am, the crossing which connects the four giant streets of the city, where I saw a 3-4years barefoot innocent child who was wearing old, tarred, dark maroon clothes but with a fresh happy face. He was begging with a smiling face as it was a role play or a class activity assigned to him by…