He sits calm.. oblivious to what happens around.. The mad rush of Chandni Chowk doesnt quite disturb him.. neither photographers like me.. he looked at me once - and the gaze conveyed a story.. uninterested in life.. he has a single room in the bylanes of old delhi. His son, a rich businessman, never cares to look back.. or come and visit him. People surrounding by called me and narrated this.. everyone knows him since he has been here for the last forty years.. perhaps not a new story, but it pains everytime.. Advancement never really ensures that we grow up into "humans"..