Let’s be humans first!
Have you seen him walking the busy streets sans a purpose?
Have you noticed him talking to himself, most often in a loud tone?
He looks quite shabby who covers himself with either oversized, torn or inadequate clothes.
Long locks of untidy hair partially covers his face.
His charcoal colored nails hint his unhygienic living…
Has anyone ever known what is he up to or what is his identity?
People hardly stop to offer him help or ask his whereabouts.
Whom does he talk to?
What troubles him?
Does he too has a family like we do?
What had made him the one he is today or was he a different person some years back?
I believe he was all good and that he wasn’t like this before!
He too has got a story like any of us but his must be not so common.
Perhaps an untold story of bitter truth which was neglected, crushed and ignored…
None tried to help him retain his memory when he was on the verge of insanity!
His is a story like no other;
A story of a mad man…
*** It aches my heart to see the plight of an insane person. He talks to himself because he is mad and also because no one else talks to him. We consider ourselves responsible and show humanity to the street dogs and the cats by bringing them home and giving them shelter but what about the street man? Don’t he deserve the same treatment from us? Is it just enough to show our sympathy and not act responsibly towards him?
It’s time we ask ourselves this question -“What is our role as humans here?”
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