My Encounter with a living man.

In the valley of dead men where shrouded souls walked the countdown of daily life LIVES a man.
No thought no word could define his persona . He walks through the streets in his chappals and pajamas, unaware of the perceived world around him. I observed a day in his life, following him and just watching and observing.

He walked through the streets, his eyes peeping into the minute crevices formed by the ferns on the pavement and the black color dog who was struggling with his own reflection. He walked by and then stopped and turned and waited. He saw that dog; I also started watching the dog pointing his nose in empty vessels outside households and the garbage cans. The man sat on his one leg folded, the dog went to him as if spellbound. He opened his bag and pulled a roll of chapatti and served it to the dog. Then the dog and I both followed him. Passing through the streets we entered a garden full of inflorescence. I saw him touching the leaves and feeling the texture. He allowed the few drops from flowers fall on the palm of his hand. He closed his eyes and allowed his lips to be touched. I had never noticed a man so calm.
Then he sat on the bench and kept gazing at the sun, the birds, the flowers, he smelled the air and felt his breath. He got up and came near a tree and thanked it. Then in the turn of a eye just hugged it and caught her tight , as a child , holding her mother and letting her know that how much he loves her. He was with the tree till the time both were not into each other. I kept watching and wondering then he bid it good bye. He walked with a smile from the lips till the eyes. He kept on murmuring sounds, so melodious for the ears and grounds. No stranger passed through his eyes without the smile promising a sunrise. He hijacked a circle of street kids telling them stories and playing rhymes. They danced and moved in the little space by, but their faces shown as if partying at the royal balls.
He picked his bag and wore his hat and walked by the lake waving his hand. He reached the doorsteps and just I could hear "good morning your highness, your golf set is ready" he moved out of me and cleaned his foot. I saw him leaving for the game with the smile. A smile from the lips to the eyes.