The Standing Guy

We, Delhites, have been enjoying a very pleasant weather from the last three or fours. The sun and the wind have been kind to us. The temperature has been well below its usual self. The cool wind has been a welcome relief. Compounded by the sky laden with clouds it has been a perfect weather for all. You can also feel the refreshing moisture in the air. In the mean time when I was enjoying the weather I saw a guy standing alone in the gallery close to a water cooler. He had long hair making them flow in the wind. That feeling of flowing hair must have been exquisite. He had a bottle for water with him which he had put on the railing. The bottle was shaking due to the wind. But he looked carefree. He was in deep thoughts. He was probably looking at the cricket net in front of him and remembering how passionate he was for cricket once and how much he miss playing cricket now. Or may be he was remembering someone with whom he had spent a perfect time in a perfect weather like this. Or he was just enjoying the weather and listening to a song. But when I saw him closely I did not find any ear phones. So I safely concluded he wasn't listening any music unless he could feel blowing wind and chirruping birds as music. He seemed to be enjoying himself. He was shifting his weight between his legs. He was leaning on a wall. He was undisturbed by cars passing by nearby road, annoying sound of the water cooler, foot falls of fellow hostellers passing by and my staring. Suddenly he opened his arms.
It was like he was letting the wind pass through him and in process opening all the pores of the body. And then it started raining. But it had no effect on him. He was still there and enjoying it to fullest. He
closed his eyes. His mysterious smile turned even more mysterious. It was like each falling rain droplet was telling him a different story. And then it struck to me I know this guy. I have known this guy ever
since. And why the hell I did not notice him? Yeah you guessed it right. It was me.