Armchair and a Book

There were around four or five people crossing the road with me at the junction near the mosque at Mount Road(opposite Hotel Buhari). I waited for an unending five minutes, at a time when evening traffic had reached a crescendo and hordes of people were speeding away to get back home early. It is at these times, when you mentally establish a kind of kinship with fellow people waiting to cross the road.My heart leapt lightly when the signal turned green and I scurried fast, fearing the demoniac drivers who looked anxious to start moving again.  I walked briskly ahead, joyfully embracing the fact I'd be home in an hour. That's when I saw him. He stood utterly unfazed, totally oblivious to the goings-on around him. I didn't notice him when I walked past him initially, but as I was waiting, I turned around to scrutinize objects of interest to occupy my waiting time. He was dressed in old and worn clothes, a baggy shirt that had seen better days and a white simple veshti. He d...