Satish had always been good with numbers. So he became a magician. The hand moved faster than the eye. Now you saw it, now you didn’t.
But number magic was different from any other. If a stage magician’s trick was found out, he would have to invent another. Satish, on the other hand, had the choice of jail or exile. Now he does his magic on far-away beaches, selling crap in the guise of dreams.
Crossposted at MyPiction.