He is 78 he told me. His eyes had started turning a little grey, the skin completely synchronized with his age. I was in some remote village of Gujrat, and we were not able to communicate much - I didn't knew Gujrati, and he was could only speak little in Hindi. But that didn't deter him to talk, and for the 15 minutes of our stop for a cup of tea, he spoke to me. Not much of what he was saying made much sense to me, and I am sure he would say the same to you. We would just catch some words in our sentences that other would understand, and try to respond. I got his name too - Rukshan !!
Life is so full of happenings, that we hardly notice as worthy.
Here is my attempt to share those moments.