The protagonist of this story is a friend of mine who is completely different from others. We can start from the hero's youth at first.He was just 13 when he began to earn.As he started to earn for his family, the neighbors called him 'Frugal teen'.
Time passed, and the beard and mustache came for the frugal. In those days when mobile and television were scarce, He was the one to introduce them in our village.The natives murmured that he was a 'reformer'.Meanwhile he lost the pillar of his home;his father.Still he managed to run his family smoothly.Daily in the morning, with his own style of wearing Mundu(a traditional dress of Kerala) he set out for work.Seeing him the people began to describe 'Handsome'.Many rumors were there about almost all other friends of mine to have relationships with girlfriends(Some of them kept two or more together).But our handsome stood separated from all such businesses.I had never seen him having a glance at anyone.Many people printed 'Good boy' certificate for him spending from their own pocket馃槈.
Time passed. Mr Handsome crossed thirty. At the age when marriage should take place, his relatives and neighbors did not show a zeal for it.
As he got older,the change took place in him too. Clouds of despair often covered him. One day, during a marriage ceremony, someone had seen him having liquor.The news spread like wild fire.No one was there to feel the mental stress that he was undergoing.I personally believe if I were in his place, I would be dealing with drugs.But what they did was ;not to see him get married ever;labelled him "anti-social" with his name.Story over.... (For him)
