We live in a world where people care less for each other, and greed has made them its slaves. It is not easy to come out of this sort of trait, but what we can do is not to give up and try for a better future. Every evening I go to Berg's Metro and sit there for quite some time to enjoy the vitality of the city. Berg's Metro is a small station which has not been renewed since 1990. I don't know who built this; maybe the guy named Berg. Anyway going there every evening after my work has made me think how lucky and happy I am in life compared with others. I used to watch this old man play his small keyboard and guitar to entertain everyone who passed him. The music he played was unique and it had some kind of magic. I found his music beautiful and relaxing. I wish everyone felt the same. He was invisible to others; people barely noticed him because everyone was busy with their own lives. He starts playing his music from five thirty in the evening till midnight, by taking a small dinner break in between. I found him very talented and hardworking. I used to give him a dollar every day because his music used to make me feel relaxed and happy. Days kept on going. Winter is coming and it is coming really fast this time. The old man played his song like always but it sounded a bit different. I felt like he lost the magic.
I ran up to him and asked him why he wasn't playing properly? I also told him that his music used to be better than this. He didn’t reply, but he just kept on playing. I waited for the old man to stop playing, and asked him the same question again. He replied, "I am feeling cold". I took him to a cafĂ© nearby and bought him a cup of coffee and something warm to eat. He smiled at me when I bought him food, and answered my question with a smile.
"I don't have a place to lie down when the sun goes down. I have no cloth to keep me warm during the cold nights. I have no one to take care of me when I fall sick. I feel like I am a burden to this world, not useful for anything".
Every word he said made me realize that behind everyone's smile there is an untold story. I used to see this old man play the music with a smile on his face every day, and I never thought there is a sad story behind it.
He walked away with a cup of coffee in his hand and I saw him disappearing into darkness…
Months passed, but I still remember the night with that old man and his story.
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