He stood,as the crowd screamed about someone..
As transparent as ever,as fragile as ever,as smiling as ever..
Who are they calling,he wondered looking at the crowd..
Then smiled and walked away..
Otherwise someone might start throwing tantrums again..
He was just a nameless existence..
Somewhere he knew,the name was his,face was his .
But he was still nameless as ever..
Not a father,not a brother,not a lover,not a mother,not a sister,not a child..
Nothing..
Just a nameless existence..
On whose existance there were debates each day..
On whose character there were analysis each day..
On whose limits,there was experiments each day..
He was just a nameless existence anyway..
