Contributions:
@ShephaliBhatt:
'Call me Pika,' the little boy insisted; how he loved Pikachu. Years later, the sobriquet stayed, only now he was a Picaroon.
@abhishekaggy:
He knew he was a picaroon. Therein his irresistible charm.
@WordSmithish:
She passed,
He winked,
“Pervert, Picaroon”, she thought.
His eyes refused to stop,
The eye condition had started to worsen.
(Blog link: http://dishakhemchandani.wordpress.com/2014/06/26/picaroon/)
@frontalknots:
"Suarez, you picaroon, you."
@ladyraara:
P for picaroon. P for pranav. #sameguy
@RoaringShukla:
Against the formidable force of his conscience, the picaroon within easily nudged him forward to commit the infallible crime.
@moodytambrahm:
Pick-pocket -check
Felt up a woman - check
Stole a gold chain - check
Tricked a foreign tourist couple - check
Scratching crotch in public - check
Done with his task list for the day, he slipped into comfort on his favourite bench at Dadar station. Humming a popular item song, he opened a packet of biscuits, to go with his 17th cigarette of the day and hot cup of chai.
Without minutes, a child came dragging herself up to him. She had no legs, and torn clothes. Weeping, she pointed to the biscuits.
For the first ever time, it moved him. For the first ever time, he parted with something he stole. It confused him, but for the first ever time, the picaroon felt pity.
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