There is this chap who stays near my place. Shabby tees, floaters worn such that the heel stubs the back of the shoe, shorts which defy laws of physics and don't slip off, lurid coloured underpants which peek out every time he bends. He has mastered the art of chewing gum and yapping on his phone simultaneously. We pass a look of contempt everytime our eyes meet. He sniggering at my dupatta and I shuddering at his apple green shorts.
I fail to identify with him though I am not exactly dinosaur generation. But somehow the insolence in his eyes and the silly smirk on his lips are a put off.
Today I found him leaning on his bike, fingers flying as he text-ed the whole world. I passed him thrice on my evening stroll.
Suddenly a car stopped nearby . A frail old lady was trying to get down. It seemed that she had difficulty walking. Her even older and almost bent double husband tried to help her get down and hold her stick. Quite a few people were walking by and none came forward to help. I rushed to their side only to find Mr. chewing gum already there, gently helping the woman out of the car and helping her walk.
This time when our eyes met, mine were full of respect and his sheepish. I guess I have made a friend :)
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