An Ugly Face
Sameer rushed into the stuffy cyber cafe and looked around. He was fair with light brown eyes and a cute chubby face. A lean cut below his lips disclosed that his early attempts at mastering the art of shaving were not yielding good results. The cafe interiors were painted in red and yellow while the small wooden cubicles bore a brisk white shade. All the machines were occupied except one in the right corner. He closed in with his heart pounding against his ribs and sank in the chair like a dead weight. A few quick clicks and he was already at the bank site. Some more hits at the keyboard and a message prompted him to enter the credit card number. He took out a shining black card out of his pocket and examined it tensely. He had stolen it from his father’s wallet in the morning while the later was out for his customary morning walk. The old man was scheduled to go to a friend’s place thereafter for breakfast. This was the gap he needed to ma...