Eddie's Alterego I

Screaming In A Room Full Of People

He sat along the footpaths next to the road with the streets as his home. No one knew his name or where he came from. The light in his eyes were long gone and his skin which was once even-toned now had dark patches all over it. He was rushing towards his old age and probably towards his own end.

When kids walked by him, he would simply look at them, astounded, he'd let out a laugh. His shrivelled face expressed his emotions and the people would only call him a madman for he found happiness in the weirdest of things. The fellow travelers presented alms to him which he would happily accept never using the round silver plated structures or the crumpled papers to their real purpose.

He wasn't a mute but he never spoke about anything to anyone either. He was anything but dumb. The people walking on the streets did not pay him any mind and recognised him as just another homeless person. No bricks had his name on them, he was not remembered in any prayers. When he takes his last gasp of breath he shall soon be forgotten.

Maybe the most learned of all was this same guy who now had the streets to himself. He appreciated life when he looked at it. He had understood that there is no point in Screaming In A Room Full Of People that don't have the same tongue as him.