Well , what you are reading' has happened a long time ago, of-course, not when there were kings and queens, or, his highness and her highness, but when there were leaders, with their pot-belly stomachs, always growing in, to accommodate what are called the "green notes", more than what it did the previous day, OH! sorry, am lenient I guess, but a moment actually. Ticket-less, the stranger was, he had to help himself with the people, that were, and are representation of a true India, subjected to negligence, apathy, who were looking at him with deep respectful eyes betraying their pains. Judged by appearance, they were envying what they think of his life being a "bed of roses", ignorant and oblivious of mean city culture, a city-wallah that he is, bright and promising as it looks, but dark as we go deep, with sleepless nights, insecurity, wayward lifestyle becoming his consistent companions that he has forgot to be anything, but be hostile and mean. But theirs was worse, they tried, but even their eyes were betraying them, one could clearly see the pain of being rejected, of being played with, of being subjected to injustice, of being taken advantage of , of being denied of their own earnings and endless other reasons in those eyes to even smile. Yet, they were warm, accommodating, compassionate, caring, showering all the love they can, on this stranger who was feeling himself at the place he did not belong to, for he was a city bred, on this stranger mannerly enough that he wont leave his seat for old frail woman standing near him, for that stranger who thinks that "these illiterate people . . . , shee! why don't these people learn some manners", who cannot reciprocating same compassion and love shown on him, but always doubting, as he was from city, you know!. When it was noon, that he was without any food, the old lady asked," babu, inda, laddulu teesuko, enta sepu tinakunda untaavu ? ( Son, have some laddus, how long will you be hungry ? ), and all the while the stranger was cursing his bad luck, and waiting for a call, that never came and at times, looking at his engagement ring.
