In Search Of....
In Search Of....1 min 88 1 min 88
Every morning I spot an old man sitting on the small wall on the pavement across my building.
I wonder if he comes here to escape the noises that fill his small house or to feel the sounds that are missing in his silent home;
to be amidst crowd or in search of himself; to witness the flurry of action that may now be devoid in his life due to old age or for solitude;
to try and observe life at large, which he cannot otherwise find in a life isolated due to old age or just to rehash the memories of his life that was once filled with maybe anticipations and achievements.
The actions of others may be incomprehensible yet we don't stop trying to analyze them and judging them.