Saturday, April 12, 2008

Prelude to madness

I have been seeing this man in trains, platforms, at Chembur, touching both cheeks, joining both hands and praying to some unknown god. In the first class compartment that he travelled he would attract attention, even stares.

Today I saw him again. He had progressed into the depth of his madness, was in the nadir of his uncontrollable urges, had no thought about his clothes, his haie was matted and his beard had grown.

Some people break under the pressure of life, guess he was one of the people....

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