Rinnggggggg Rinnnggggggg….The cell was beeping obtrusively as she waited for her train arrival in the Waiting room. Six hours into the waiting and suddenly her cell had plunged into the Life. “Are you Ok, Alright?” asked her friend, what a strange Question it was, what could have possibly happened in the four walls, looking at the minute’s hand moving chastely but leisurely. “Yes I am, I still have not sighted the train that was scheduled for half hour past, But I am surviving it. Oh, you sound worried, is all Ok or has World declared itself the Last day of Human Survival?”. She joked naively, “Oh My God, You have not heard, there is a Twin Bomb explosions in your city. I am Glad you are Fine, Take care!!”

The Voice hung up, and she was left saddled with her phone still onto her ears… Another Blast, unbelievable, she looked for the sight of a Television, anything that could connect her to the outer world, but she could not spot a thing. The Wireless ages have so conveniently untouched this side of the world, the people around looked cannily self contented and “complete”. It was another waft to have ripped the city apart in less than three months. The furry of agony and a cold sweat past through her, she made her way to the platform: may be the hustle outside would calm her.

She sees an old man, too frail and dressed in rugs, lying next to the dump yard. His life was way past through his prime, his only belongings were the thrash to shoo off the strays and a bowl, full of slime water. He looks at her, completely oblivious to the world outside his bowl and the whip: may be there is nothing that could move this Man, no sign of charity, no blow of adversity: for he had already seen the worst and still living in it. Just a Breathing lump, for him the Bomb detonation would not make much difference, his eyes had already lived those demons everyday, people living and dying did not distress him as much. He just laid there, no counts of time, for it laid frozen for him. No one was waiting for him and for others he did not exist. He was just as inconspicuous as his Cane of wood, and as much Dead. He did not beg for any alms, perhaps he had already given up on the Life living. His existence was stalled and stuck on the sands of time, waiting for the swoosh of winds to swipe him along.

She sat there, looking at him for some moments, completely beyond the cacophony outside. For her, there was a greater human tragedy lying afore, a sad paraphrase for today’s economic imbalance. Nothing can stand taller than the life this Old man had lived through and no 10000 blasts can surmount to the death that he would have died each single day. And then suddenly, the old man moved, looking for the stick, to shoo the dog sniffing the dumps. His life for the day lived, his eyes shone with a feeling: was it the moment that his life hangs upon every single day, in and out….?

Rinnggggggggg …Rinng……Hello Are you Ok?

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