
"A thousand hands waved me luck...
and i climbed the heights of lust and wealth and greed...
and then I slipped...
and tumbled down into the deepest crevasse...
there were just two hugging hands...
and few drops of tears to wake me up..."
1 None of the events that make this story would’ve occurred if a loathed rascal lazily rested home instead of his regular night ‘...