A Life Beautiful - Softcover

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This is biography of adv ml george, an unknown soul who fought through out his life for his existence and Justice.“This little bastard is born to kill me!”This curse came when my mother got the bite with my milk teeth. She first moaned, then screamed and pushed me away. So I was forced to free her nipples. I stared at her angrily standing bit away.“Why do you bite my nipples when you don’t get milk to fill your foul mouth?” Her harsh voice rose again. My enjoyment of sucking her breast was suddenly stopped and I became angry.So, I did not answer but looked at her wildly. It is true I bit her nipples while sucking her saggy breasts. Breast milk was the only feed I got for the last two days. It was not because I was not grown up to eat solid food. I was nearing my fourth year and I could devour anything. But food was not there. It was true, my mother also did not eat anything for the last two days. Whenever I cried for food she used to hug me looking into my sunken eyes and skinny body. She would then put me into her lap and brush her breast against my face. It was an indication for me she was ready to breast feed me. The rest of the job I would do gladly. Pushing her weather beaten bodice away, I will release her large breasts and start sucking them. I used to get plenty of milk in the beginning. Then, afterwards when I started to grow up, milk became scanty. I remember I enjoyed her breasts till my fourth year and sucked her breasts even standing on my legs. I was pretty naughty. I used to bite her nipples with my sharp teeth if I do not get sufficient milk and she used to roar and swear due to pain. When I was two years, she tried to discourage me from sucking. She used to smear bitter balm around her nipples. But I used to ignore it. I was a good sucker and was even precocious to know very well that the effect of the balm will not last long.“Take off your dirty hand, you filthy lad……” The grocer roared and he cursed me. While busily packing items of grocery he eyed me to ensure that I had obeyed his order. I did not withdraw my hand placed stealthily on the bag filled with coconut cakes used for cattle feed.Seeing me doing the same mischief, the grocer roared again with a bunch of curses. I withdrew my hand instantaneously as if I touched on fire. I was trying to steal a piece of coconut waste cake. Hearing the curses of the grocer mamma chided me:“Oh my God! I‘m fed up with this scoundrel. How many times I told you not to put your hands on any of the items here, didn’t I?” She began to beat on my buttocks with her hand, presumably to please the grocer as she came there to get some articles on credit. I did not cry. But I told her loudly, I’m very hungry. Hearing this she began to weep openly. Inspired by some sudden intuition, the grocer picked up a big piece of coconut waste cake and extended it to me, still cursing. Shamelessly I snatched it and began to eat it forgetting the people around me.Usually mamma would manage to get some eatables whenever she took me to the grocer’s shop for buying provisions and I used to enjoy accompanying her to the grocer’s shop. Various types of cookies and sweets were being exhibited there. And I used to demand one by one. Mom used to ignore my demands most of the time as she did not have enough cash. If there is no money she used to get at least a piece of coconut waste cake. But this time she was not bold enough to venture as she was scolded by the grocer for not settling the earlier credit purchase. The grocer was not generally happy to supply grocery items on credit to us as my mother could not pay within reasonable period. This time, he was trying to drive us away mercilessly. But my mother waited there indefinitely. It was at this time I attempted to pilfer a small piece of coconut waste cake and the consequent hue and cry.

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