A child keeps his poverty beside a peacock feather in his text-book. He zips his pain in a bag of silence. Loneliness broods his thoughts, when his youth sits drooping. He creeps like a worm among the books in a shelf in search of his shelter. Later, he marries a bucolic beauty, who burns like a kerosene lamp in his dark kitchen. Noble births grow in scarcity as the chaff smolders. Now, Mr.Duridhan stands as a broken statue on the pedestal of hardships. His remnants resist all the droughts and the rains.