He never cared what is happening around him. Never he looked over shoulders. Never he was seen indulged in loose talks. What to say more, rarely he smiled too….he was not even found showing any gesture of social interactions.
“What a life less soul , he is”, his colleagues pitied him.
“Seems one of his screws is loosely connected”, people sympathized. “How can he be a human without any blah blah chats in life”
But he was least bothered on all such sympathies and gossips
He thought, “Silly people, what do they know about me? Simply wasting their life in all those gossips. When will they understand the worth of what they are losing? Just living if the wind is favourable in their path, spending time peeping over the window of their neighbors. Never you people will understand what I am thinking. So start living, stop cursing me and laughing at me”
After thought: Sometimes we feel pity for othes thinking about their poor life conditions or unhappiness in life or anything like that. But actually we are fooled in a way. Those people understand everything including our thoughts. And in fact they are feeling pity for us..how ironic!