He has been sleepless since past 3 days.
Not a single customer has come to get his shoes mended.
In his 65 long years, he has repaired thousands of shoes.
The status of shoes and their conditions varied. But they all wanted to get fixed.
Things have changed now.
No one seems to mend broken things anymore.
At the first sign of trouble, things are thrown to part ways.
The sense of belongingness is limited to oneself.
In his lonely house, he looks at his faded family picture hanging on the battered wall.
“Yes, they fix nothing anymore!”, he murmurs.