The old fisherman returned in his trawler to the seashore.
It’s the end of the day.
His men were busy unloading their prized catches.
He looked at the net. One oyster was attached to it.
The textures of the oyster were something different that is usually found in Bay of Bengal.
He opened the oyster.
A sparkling silvery pearl, of the size of a small egg was inside it.
It could give him a different life altogether, a life very different from his fellowmen.
He thought it over and smiled.
He threw it back to the sea, where it belonged.