'Sincerity' that I see every morning on the wrinkled face covered with an old dirty scarf standing outside my gate, that gives me a wide smile with sleep starved eyes, when I step out of my place for my early morning walk. And my day starts with an exchange of 'Namaste'.
Everyday including weekends, this man who is the night watch man for the block, comes around 8pm in the evening and stays till 8am next morning, irrespective of whether it is a hot summer day, or a pouring monsoon day or chilly winter day.
His sincerity is mainly driven by his abject poverty and a daily prayer to hold on to the job. but still I do praise him for the early morning greeting with a smile on his face that makes me begin the day with a positive sense.
Truly speaking neither I know his name nor he knows mine, except each of us know each other's face.
At the same time, when I come to the office, I try to observe my colleagues' faces and must say that most of them are devoid of that radiant smile of the watchman. They seem to be deep into their own world trying to find happiness in an unknown mirage. And the worst part is that most of them have forgotten to greet; the simple mannerism that were taught to them in their kindergarten school.
As the day ends, I look forward to my early morning encounter with this unknown old watchman to say 'Namaste' in a sincere way- 'Hello' to a new day !
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