Today a man came to the bank. I couldn’t dare look at him, as every inch of his visible body was filled wit tiny tumors. He was very well dressed. I heard strains of conversations he had with the cashier. He had come to pay up his daughter’s fees. My mind flattered on imagining that this hideous looking man has a family and a daughter to dot on. How many different people are there on this earth? Or is it my partial blindness that males people look different?