The Question, by Paritosh Chandra Dugar

I was tired and starving. Yet powered by hunger, I ghosted into their territory. Their dens were tall, silent, and glimmering. As stealthily as a zephyr, I ranged their lanes and by-lanes in search of dogs and cats. But, unfortunately, there were none. Exhaustion and disappointment then made me go off. Suddenly, a sharp piercing pain in the abdomen awakened me. That was a crowd of deadly people frantically shouting, “Man-Eater! Kill him.” I forced my head upward, towards the sky, for the last time, to ask, “Why do the man-eater and I look alike?”