I was walking all by myself thinking various thoughts in a dark, gloomy, deserted alley... It seemed so familiar yet very strange... it seems as if i have walked this path, again it seemed as if I have never been there before.
Not sure how long I have walked, but I have walked long enough to forget the purpose of the walk. I was beginning to feel a bit lost when all of a sudden I stumbled upon something or was it some one? I was not sure. I stooped down low, very low only to find a person thin to the bone, covered in rags, under nourished, probably left to die, accompanied by three dogs which are in equally pitiful state. I tried to ignore him like I have ignored people before but there was something in him that kept demanding my attention or was it just me.... I don't know.
I tried to talk with him for reasons beyond comprehension. I asked him... who he is and what is he doing there and why is he in such a state. He kept on talking and as if he was craving to be heard, he talked for what seemed to be like ages. It was as if I have heard it all before but never listened.
He said he was once very important and everybody looked up to him as an example. He used to live in spacious house in a prime locality. He had many friends, and was very popular. There were people who would give away everything for him, people who would die for him. He was a Star.
Then like all things that change over time his life changed too...Some people ignored him, conveniently, some thought he was not that important and some thought there were more important things to life and some are too busy to care. So he walked away he says... and his once well fed, thorough bred dogs followed him. He walked away until he was lost completely and is only seen briefly once in a blue moon by someone walking those dark, lonely alleys.
Not sure how long I have walked, but I have walked long enough to forget the purpose of the walk. I was beginning to feel a bit lost when all of a sudden I stumbled upon something or was it some one? I was not sure. I stooped down low, very low only to find a person thin to the bone, covered in rags, under nourished, probably left to die, accompanied by three dogs which are in equally pitiful state. I tried to ignore him like I have ignored people before but there was something in him that kept demanding my attention or was it just me.... I don't know.
I tried to talk with him for reasons beyond comprehension. I asked him... who he is and what is he doing there and why is he in such a state. He kept on talking and as if he was craving to be heard, he talked for what seemed to be like ages. It was as if I have heard it all before but never listened.
He said he was once very important and everybody looked up to him as an example. He used to live in spacious house in a prime locality. He had many friends, and was very popular. There were people who would give away everything for him, people who would die for him. He was a Star.
Then like all things that change over time his life changed too...Some people ignored him, conveniently, some thought he was not that important and some thought there were more important things to life and some are too busy to care. So he walked away he says... and his once well fed, thorough bred dogs followed him. He walked away until he was lost completely and is only seen briefly once in a blue moon by someone walking those dark, lonely alleys.
