unknown humanity, unknow care
A stranger could feel so near. Every morning walking through the same lane, same area, passing through the same trees becomes a regime for a being, seeing the same person crossing you at the same time. Isnt it the thing which we come through out the five days of the week? This is the routine we follow during the entire week except the weekend though. However, today during my jogging hours, I came through the same stuff I come through every day. I felt something was lacking though. What was it? Yes, I could not see that beautiful old wise though young face greeted to me everyday during my jogging hours. My eyes felt the urge to see that calm and sweet face of an old man. I saw everyday as a regime. Same very moment, I felt, though as strangers, we expect people to be around and care despite of we dont know other than greeting faces and smile while we cross each other. Old man in sun white kurta and pajama who could hardly take a step crossed my path everyday in the garden with