I sat on a bench at the railway station and was eating my porridge. The bitch probably smelled the porridge and stood few feet away from me expecting me to give some portion to it. I tried to shoo her away. It moved back a little bit but came back, when I took a spoonful into my mouth. Few people, who sat the same bench where I sat, kept starting at me. Judged or not, I didn’t feel like sharing my breakfast with anyone, let alone with a bitch. But the bitch was persistent. I continued on eating. I didn’t try to meet the eyes of bitch. Once I saw into its eyes, I felt that I was heartless. But I didn’t give it to her demand. My worry was that why waste food on a bitch who may or my not like it. Or probably I was a selfish person who didn’t like to share his breakfast with a bitch.
Soon after, I looked around and found people staring at me in the same way exactly as the bitch was looking at me.