The end is near

The way he walked didn’t say much in the beginning. But they all knew that there was a big story behind it. I wish I could have deciphered how and what the story would have been like. He just walks up and down the corridor selling tissue packs to those who walk pass him ever so often. He just stood there at times talking to himself as if there was someone listening. I wanted to know him badly. He looked old and haggard, wearing the same clothes day after day. He seemed to be a man of many words but no one cared to listen to him. His limp was very mechanical and it followed a tempo. One two skip; one two skip. The bus drivers from the station referred to him as ‘Goyang’ as he moved like a pendulum when he walked. Man of many words. I called him the Pudu Saint. In the midst of the hustle and bustle in the Pudu Bus Terminal he would sit and have open air speeches for all to hear. Pudu Saint was astonishingly oblivious to the fact that no one listened to him. But I did. Nothing he said made sense to a lay man. He never realized that I listened to him.