It was a cloudy morning, Sabrina walked towards the beggar on the sidewalk, his face lightens up when he looks at Sabrina like it always did but this was the first time she didn’t return his smile, not even a fake one. She was too stressed, her hair was crumpled, her outfit had been bit dirtied from the night stroll and her appearance give away a gloomy aura. The beggar’s smile dropped as soon as he notices her unusual self but doesn’t say anything. Sabrina stands beside him and takes out her flute from her shoulder bag which she had carried on her way out of her home last night. As soon as she plays the music, the beggar was now sure that something wasn’t right with her as the sound didn’t come out right. Her humming was amiss of the joy and excitement as if it was forced. In a town fa

