Satish was a pancake seller. He was singled out by his fellow tradesmen in the alley as he kept to himself, the real reason being a disfigured face.
He had meager profits and ate 1 or 2 leftover pancakes as he lived alone. One day a family of street beggars went pass the stall. The children started wailing and throwing hunger tantrums.
“Give me pancakes for rupees 15” said the irritated mother. Satish counted the pancakes, only two were left. A single pancake was for rupees 15. He divided a pancake and gave it to the 2 children. The children vanished around the corner, after gulping down the pancakes, following the other members.
Now, a boy of 5 with a pockmarked face in tattered clothes, who apparently belonged to the recent visitors, came near the stall. He eyed the display counter with a hungry look. Satish as if having seen himself in a mirror gave him the last pancake with a mug of water.