Once into his shell, he never bothered to look outside. Disconnected and disjointed from the rest of the world, he seemed prehistoric. Minimal, in terms of words and fashion, he was neat in his own way. When he walked on the busy roads, people did not notice him, partly because he walked as if he never existed. He talked only, when was spoken to. Arrogant, some scoffed, shy, others concluded.
Neighbors knew little of him. Gossip mongers had news about him floating in air. It had hit him many times, making him smile.
Once, somebody questioned his marital status, who was reading a book by Mr. Chandrasekhar.
"How do you like the book" he replied.
"I love all of his books. But you did not answer the question?" he chuckled.
"Married with 2 kids. " he said. "BTW, I don't know why Mr. Chandrasekhar writes these books anyway. Moron! ", he walked away.