Cows and Dogs roaming in the streets of Koraput shared their food with Dipak , a young man who had reached here from Mumbai , a few days back . He sits with the animals near the hotels and roadside vendors for the leaves and leftovers they through . Dipak does not feel any pain either to pick the little rice grains or pieces of Idly from the leaves and packets that are thrown out by the hotel boy . The pain he had left behind had given more misery than this , he says .
He was a daily labourer in Mumbai till some time back . But after losing one member after another in his family, he had no choice but to leave the place . There was nothing left in the so called house at Mumbai after everyone was taken away by God, he said. He being alone , the house scared him every minute and thus he preferred to board a train without knowing his destination . The train had left him at Kolkotta . But there too he had recalled the memory of Mumbai for the thick population and busy movements on the road . With a desire to have some silence he boarded another train and finally landed at Koraput a few days back , he added.
The ambience of the small township at Koraput had best suited him . He started living on the pavements of the little town . The youth in him had died with the long beard covering his face . No one approaches him for the bad smell he had gathered with the accumulated dirt on his body . People looked and considering him to be a mad person , they had exhibited some pity over his condition .
Today , like any other day , he was having his food from the leftover near Gandhi Park at Koraput when some people spotted him and offered some food to him . With a reluctant move he accepted the kind gesture of the people in Koraput . The spark in his eyes told them that he was grateful even after he knew that every day wont be the same for him . He got up and left for yet another destination to gather some more kindness of the humanity.
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