That old ragged man lives alone in a homestead devoid of human voices
Only his occasional coughing and sneezing give the passers-by
An inkling of the presence of a soul in that secluded home
They wonder what he eats in that state of seclusion or isolation
They also fail to attribute his lack of contact with people to something
For it may stem from bad relationships or loss of loved ones or deliberate choice
Does he enjoy his loneliness? Why does he live away from everyone else? From
Human interaction? They ask themselves many questions as they throw cursory glances at him
He looks at them as if reminding them that solitude is a state of being alone without being lonely.
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