I see him everyday when I walk back from my office to New York Penn Station. Easily a 40+, he stands tall. Decently dressed, a cigarette in his hand, he can be mistaken as yet another guy you see in the juggernaut called NY. But he is different, he continues talking to himself and smiles at passers by for no reason..He holds a pan but he himself is oblivious of his begging.
He smiles at me everyday when I pass by. But call it fear, self-obsession or the resultant lack of time, I cannot return the smile to an innocent soul. Lost in my own world, just like he is, I go past him as usual into my crazy world.
He smiles at me everyday when I pass by. But call it fear, self-obsession or the resultant lack of time, I cannot return the smile to an innocent soul. Lost in my own world, just like he is, I go past him as usual into my crazy world.
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