chashmdeed

...the  old market  in the town  was  gloriously noisy of hustling  at its peak,  evening  unrolled,  he strolled  through  the    market to reach the tea shop  at the  other end of the market  to sit down in a chair, the boy  appeared like  a  gennie  to magically  clean up the  table  , , he looked sideways  bent on the table  to look at him,  just  a shadow of a smile  and a nid to greet the customer,  he also  nodded in response  , catching the  point   of  his meaningful smile  the boy turned away and left 

Evenings  declared  their arrival in the market  with hyper activities,   louder the noises  grew the louder the customers raised their voices,  he had got accustomed to it all,  it was his  routine  that habitually he would reach the tea shop in the evening to sit down on a bench,  unworried  whether he had any money in his pocket or not,  tea shop owner ashram knew him for years,   theirs was  a trusted  relationship   , ashram could trust him and  he never took advantage of him and never  had tea for free or on loan 

He would just silently take a seat,  the boy would appear,  smiles exchanged  and it was clear tea was  ordered  and from somewhere newspaper with tea was procured,  he would  dive deep into the newspaper  headlines,  on other times  he sat simply  listening to the  surrounding noises