Man With Shaggy Hair

This city of Pune was a large city. The heart of the city was bustling. Many pedestrians were walking and many auto rickshaws were running. During rambling along such area, I found a man with a shaggy hair. Among the people who had their own destinations, he seemed not to have a destination where he should go and be roving.

Watching him, he was approaching me. While he carried a green plastic basket, he was walking toward me. At first, I thought he was about to pass round the hat. Yet he passed by me and walked away as if nothing had happened.