The old man's corner

The old man had tied his towel around his head covering the ears like a turban. His head was bent down all the time. He held a staff in his hand to support him walking. His cheeks were extinct and were graciously sucked in to his mouth. Roughly for every 30 seconds there was a vague movement in his mouth as if his tongue was searching for the teeth.  He was staring at one particular corner for sometime , then revealed his eyes , slowly looked around and moved a few paces on to his side. To call that a walk would be overstating . His legs were bent not to burden his knees. He was just literally moving and not walking. Even now from his newly assumed position , he was staring at the same corner.  He again revealed his eyes , slowly looked around and moved back to the entrance. There was someone sleeping at that corner.

There was this dog , a beautiful and majestic dog Going around. It was lavishly colored in deep brown except for it's nose. It was happily and carefully limping , smelling all the people who were sleeping around.  It was looking for a warm place to crash. It's eventful search apparently came to an end when it rolled itself by tucking its tail in at the same corner where the old man was staring. There was already someone sleeping there. It smelled the floor , then it's delicates , put its head up to look up followed by a face-wipe with it's legs. Strangely , the same action was repeated in the same order except that it changed the direction it looked up.  

 The dog , all of a sudden decided to break it's routine and started howling. The screeching noise made  when the train was slowing down on the platform looked as if the wheels were kissing the rails. The dog's howl was so terrifying that the people  who dint move a wink for the train horn woke up to the howl . People tried to shoo the dog away so that they can resume their nap.  A few of them woke up and checked if that is the train they were waiting for. People even started to shift places. The one who was sleeping at the corner also moved because of the strange howl.  The old man who was still staring at the same corner slowly moved towards it.  

We  had just got down at the  hospet station and looking for a place to take a power nap as it was 1 in the morning . We found a chair at the corner  , next to a food stall where we pulled our backpacks on to our lap and  our heads on it for a nap. The old man along with the howling dog also settled down at 'his corner' .