In the chilling winter he was feeling the heat inside, deep inside the heart amidst his own people he was searching him whispering, is he labelled worthless! if it is not hypocrisy, what must be then.. He wanted to say, to be listened to,too they were not amused, he craved to reach out with warmth, warmth was not returned in exchange, in true measure but he too wants to be loved why he is like this? but he is like this. In the drizzling rain near shore drenched in grief he could feel the waves touching his toes retreating to sea looking like they retreating, from him but could not feel whether it was tears or rain. A rancour in the eyes, melancholy piercing his heart he went on to think : is my simplicity to blame, is my less fortune to curse, is my ignorance to pretensions, my biggest enemy, my weakest link ! till he met the man who said : Let them be they you be, as you are for the father, up in the Air, knows who is fair, who is rare.