The Watchman

I have this habit of making friends with all the watchmen’s of our society. Now there is this old man who use to sit below our building as a watchmen. Some two months back he was just an old man who had no expressions what so ever on his face, looked quite dangerous and I had never seen him utter even a single word. He was very weak and old and used to wear broad spectacles.

But as my habit goes, whenever I used to enter or leave the building I used to sing him a song that too quite loud. I know that’s weird but that was my effort to make him smile at least. He must have been in his late sixties, I m not sure but he was still expressionless. Then I started singing louder and louder every time I used to enter or leave with full expressions pointed towards him, songs ranging from “tujhe dekha to ye jana sanam” to “ai meri zohara-zabi”.

And then came the day when he smiled , about after 15 days or so , he smiled ;and that gave me a sense of achievement and the song was “khudi ko kar buland itna”.

Now every day I used to sing him song as many times I used to enter or leave the building and both of us used to smile at each other .Whatever may be my mood specially while coming back from office , singing that song for him made me smile and onlookers gave me such looks like I have gone mad but never cared for anybody .

But as I returned from vacations on Sunday I could not find him , have you seen him , he used to sit at D3 building security at kunal icon. Tell him that I miss him.