Run from the bullies!

Clanking filled the neighborhood. The occasional sounds of rustle and people talking was a normal thing in the day market.

Vishwa was taking a stroll when he came across a sound, it came from his back.

'Oye where do you think you are going'

Vishwa turned around to see two bullies of fat stature glaring at him. They were looking at him as if they owned the market.

'I am talking to you can't you heart it.' the bigger one said. His face was round with fat filling most of it. When he spoke to him the fat around his face trembled.

Vishwa looked at the bully, when he spoke the way his face moved due to excessive fat was funny enough. He was trying to control his laughter.

Though someone in such a situation should feel fear or aggression toward the offenders. But Vishwa was feeling none of it. He was used to the situation. So he didn't wait at all.

With a small smirk, he said to the bully.

'Yeah, what of it.'

Watching the expression on Vishwa's face was enough to tilt the bully with anger.

'Watch where you keep your steps. This isn't your home, or whatever you call that small shack.' The bigger bully said, laughing at Vishwa.

'Don't just foul our land, you make it so filthy.' the smaller bully said, exaggerating his expression.

'Oh yeah,' Vishwa knew not to aggrieve those bullies but he wasn't going to keep quite this time. He took a step forward.

'You see, I will keep my foot wherever I want to, if you can stop me with that big fat tummy you carry, try it' Vishwa added his own insult to the bullies. He was comfortable if they said something about him, but he wasn't able to keep his calm when they tried to insult his father's shop.

'You' the smaller bully said, pointing his finger toward Vishwa. He had started running toward him, the bigger bully also ran behind.

'Catch me, you fatsos' Vishwa said aggravating the bullies even more. He had started running the instant he saw that the smaller bully had lost his cool.

These people always try to make fun of other who were lower class than them.

These two bullies were friends. Their respective fathers were famous in the market. One of them was responsible for the food supply and the other supplied meat in the market. Thus they were the richest here. Not to deny the fact, that they themselves were very much fat.

Vishwa ran. He was very comfortable now with running away from those people. He knew they couldn't chase him forever, so from the start he picked up his maximum speed, going in and out from the different sections of the market.

Vishwa was of a skinny stature, he was so skinny, that his bones were visible though his body. That is why he was fast, faster than others. Though being this skinny also meant that he didn't got any proper nutrition and as such he could not run for more time.

Getting away from those who tried to make trouble for him had now become a daily thing for him.

Vishwa scanned through the small partition of two buildings, looking left and right. When he was sure no one was there and no one had followed him he got out from there.

'I will show them one day.' Vishwa said tightening his fist toward the air.

He didn't got any one today too. It has been like that for quite some time. They always said stuff like he was small, he couldn't handle anything. There was another thing that contributed to it. It was they said he was poor.

They might have said things with good intentions up front about not having strength and required knowledge for the task but it wasn't like he wasn't able to see through the disgust in their eyes.

Vishwa was 17 this year. And try as he might, he wasn't able to get someone to provide him with job. He looked toward his own body. Even if he desired to do any kind of menial work he couldn't do it.

That said, discussing all of it he was in front of the 'The Castos'. It was kind of a run down building without anyone to see what was at the front. Vishwa approached the building, the doors were equipped with huge circular rings. Vishwa rapped his fingers around the ring and knocked on the door with it.

After some time, the door opened. A burly man with a rounded cap like cloth opened the door. At first the air around him was filled with grave intent. But when he saw that it was Vishwa who knocked on the door the air loosened.

But The burly man still asked him in an annoyed voice, 'couldn't you come from the back, how many times have we told you not to come from the front. It increases suspicion. And what if someone saw you coming here.'

Vishwa thought burly man was always overreacted in this kind of situation. He was always in the fear that someone would raid this rundown building. He didn't thought that no one was free enough to even enjoy few moments of their own life rather than coming and checking other building.

The burly man was checking the surroundings too, while reprimanding Vishwa. Vishwa thought, even though the man in front of him looks so old, he isn't but in his mid 20's. His appearance like that of a vagrant was to make sure the people were intimidated by him.

'I tried, but I found those two food vendor's son on the way. So I couldn't come from the back.' Vishwa said, trying to brush past the man, into the building.

'You, why do you try to take fight with those bigshots son. You know the bigshots, they aren't good people. Try to keep your distance from them.' The burly man said as he gave some space to Vishwa so he could come inside.

After Vishwa got inside the burly man closed the door. Locking it from inside.

The difference between the lighting outside and inside was distinguishable as such. When the doors were closed the building got dim. Vishwa wasn't able to see anything.

Slowly his eyes adjusted to the inner lights of the building. The lighting was done by several lamps suspended in the air. There were not many people inside. There were only two of them other than the burly man.

The two seemed like twins, they were wearing the same set of clothes too. They were heavily close to each other. As you would expect with other twins.

Sometimes they even bragged that they could communicate with each other mentally. But all of it was taken as a pun.

'Hey there, you came quite late.' one of the twins sitting on the left side of the table, said as he looked at Vishwa.

'Yeah, we expected you to come earlier.' another of the twins said. They were both looking at the newspaper and magazines. Vishwa couldn't guess what they were trying to find out.

Vishwa was late again. He worked here, in this rundown building. He was someone who was responsible for finding about what was happening in their neighborhoods. This was like a shit job for Vishwa, who didn't wanted to do it, but he didn't had any other choice. And he was able to earn whatever little pocket money he could from The Castos.

Vishwa came to the front of the table and took one of the chair from the side and sat on it. Now he looked clearly at what the duo were doing on the table. It seemed like they were cutting some of the pictures from the older newspaper. That is why the table was littered with many paper cutting and roughed up paper pieces.

The burly man didn't joined them. And sat at the far of the building docking his legs on another chair. Taking a nap.

'What was discussed in the meeting,' Vishwa asked the duo.

They were called Jam and Berry. This nickname was spread in the neighbourhood as well as the Castos.

'Let's see,' Jam said while cutting through the newspaper with the scissors.

'Firstly, the neighbourhood is going through an inflation crisis, the prices of food essentials has risen to the top. They are saying it is because of the bad season and what not but i don't believe in it.' Jam said.

'This isn't the first time it has been happening, it has happened in the past too. The duo seem to have some form of agreement among themselves to increase the prices.' Berry said. He was done with his work.

'Or they must have eated all the vegetables and meat themselves. They look like that too like father like son. They both are greedy people.' Vishwa said, he didn't liked them one bit.

'Whatever be the case,' Jam said as he continued, ' There are rumors from the main town, they are gathering stuffs and hiring some people. It seems they are going to organise something big.'

'I am telling you, it must be related to the bull fighting competition.' Berry added. He arranged the paper cuttings one by one.

'Bull fighting you say,' Vishwa eyes narrowed as he said, some pleasant and some unpleasant memories passed through his mind but he quickly shaked them off.

'This time, I say I will also take part.' The burly man opened his eyes and said from the far corner.

'But have you even played before, you say as if you would win,' Berry said.

Vishwa's expression eased up listening to Berry, a smile appeared on his face.

'You say I won't win,' The burly man stood from his chair, 'I have been training for the bull fighting, who could say I won't win. Vishwa, what do you think would happen if I happen to join the competition? Tell them.' The burly man came near their table, he was looking at the duo twins while also looking at Vishwa to support him.

'As if Vishwa would agree with you,' Jam said, looking in the burly man's eyes.

'Guys, no need to start a fight, we don't even know if a tournament would even be held in the main town.' Vishwa said with both hands in the front. As if trying to calm down the three of them.

The three of them just wanted to argue some more when Vishwa smelt something.

'Wait, what is this smell?' Vishwa said, trying to identify the smell.

Jam and Berry smelt the foul smell and sighed as they both looked at each other.

'Not again.' they both said together.