CCD and the mentally unstable

I've fallen into this routine in Delhi - spend the day at me aunts' office, go home to Haryana in the evening and joke (with my cousins) on being stuck in the back of the beyonds. Every now and again, me cousine and I escape from the hinterland of Haryana to the 'civilized' land of CCD, Masjid Moth (Cafe Coffee Day). There, invariably, some friends of the cousine will turn up. Which is usually quite fun. Occasionally though....the last time we were joined by one such friend.....who likes to have these endless one-sided conversations. Invariably, cousin and I keep glancing at each other, fiddling with our cell phones and generally showing manifest signs of boredom.

There is someone on the roads of Delhi, who must have some serious mental illness. I was taking an auto to my aunts' office and since I had nothing better to do I was gazing at what passes for scenery. Suddenly I realised that there was this guy lying on the side of the road sans even the angavastram! That was a sight I could have done without! Apparently that stretch of road is his haunt because he is there everyday when my aunts go to work. Certainly is a jolt for us in our comfortable lifestyles to see what others go through on a daily basis.