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Not Really Mad

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Readers , you are the judge whether the man is mad or not.He doesn't look like a person worth a second glance.No.. I don't know his name. But I know where his house is. It is just a half minute trundle from my doorstep.Dressed in old old-fashioned trousers and a frayed shirt fit for the jumble sale he can bee seen from eight in the morning till ten in the night.Age ? Well.. I'm not sure but defininitely on the wrong side of sixty.Sparse hair ,front teeth jutting out of his jaws but so very friendly he is seen anywhere and everywhere. 

Even in the hot mid-day sun of Kolkata he is seen at the grocers for some free snuff in a paper packet. Yes.. he is addicted to this... and the nice grocer gives him for free. He doesn't ask. He stands silently at the shop counter. I make small talk with him which he thoroughly enjoys like a small child. His housefolk has made him an errand-man in return for free board and lodging. For whatever the reason, my very presence makes him fidgety. He puts his hands into my pockets and talks in a garbled voice with spit drooling. He is the only man to whom I can tell lies in a convincing manner without fearing Divinity.

"They are looking for you at the xxxx Bazaar, Go quickly !" He sprints quickly towards the bazaar not for once thinking that it may just be a joke." It's very hot today " He garbles and repeats the same words as me. Such people are very very nice though they not be in our mental world. What do you say ? Just another rotten bananna from Bishu the burper.