It was a typical busy street , on a weekday morning.
The narrow strip of asphalt was choked with honking autos, carts laden with gunny bags, pedestrians, commuters rushing to catch buses, school children, scrubbed and dressed, ready to
board their school buses, hawkers calling out their wares.
Streetside chai-shops doing brisk business, as plumes of sickly sweet vapour arose from boiling pots atop kerosene stoves.
Then I saw him.
Stout, slightly unkempt , in his crushed white shirt, large baggy trousers,almost balding, a dark stubble on his chin,unpolished shoes, walking rapidly away from it all.
His eyes fixed ahead, almost robotic in his step.
He had said he was going for a walk.
He never came back home.
Deep down in my heart, even at that moment, I knew.
I was seeing him for the last time.
The narrow strip of asphalt was choked with honking autos, carts laden with gunny bags, pedestrians, commuters rushing to catch buses, school children, scrubbed and dressed, ready to
board their school buses, hawkers calling out their wares.
Streetside chai-shops doing brisk business, as plumes of sickly sweet vapour arose from boiling pots atop kerosene stoves.
Then I saw him.
Stout, slightly unkempt , in his crushed white shirt, large baggy trousers,almost balding, a dark stubble on his chin,unpolished shoes, walking rapidly away from it all.
His eyes fixed ahead, almost robotic in his step.
He had said he was going for a walk.
He never came back home.
Deep down in my heart, even at that moment, I knew.
I was seeing him for the last time.
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