Just Another Day

SO wat is it today that i wanna tell you.......

Yesterday on 13th I was going with my frns to buy a laptop with them. As always I found it difficult to locate the exact taxi that shall be our conveyance. So we moved to another bus stop on a Riksha.... (an extension of a bicycle to accommodate more people, especially for those who are too lazy to walk by foot)
We crossed one cross way and were traveling in another direction. This was the time I was thinking of "MISERY". For a moment I was thinking its miserable that this poor guy the "Riksha-Puller" has to put so much of efforts for each penny.
Suddenly a figure crossed me. I am sure I saw him. He was walking alone, but i did not think he was, because he was talking all this time and making gestures. He looked dirty, very dirty. He had long beards that looked almost as if they were the forgotten repository of experience and goodwill, long hairs which one would confuse for dry dung cake easily, face was like the road to the battered monument in history which reflected aura of anonymity. I never actually had time to look at his cloths because i knew they were dusty and greased. I wanted to talk to him.... to know the history which was magnificent.

I met God, I saw him asking alms, begging for every minute peace of live as he told me life is as I see it because he was happy the way he was.