"I have got irritated of that bloody rascal." Vicky popped up.
"Shut up he is mentally ill, leave him alone," I said.
A few days later Vicky couldn't stop himself and went to that old man who had long ruffled dry hairs, deep eyes and insufficient clothes on his body. He asked him what was he doing here. The man replied looking gravely at him, " I am waiting. " Vicky got taken aback and asked him again what was it madman? He again said soberly, "sometimes food, sometimes clothes, sometimes sleep, sometimes sense..."
As he heard the madman's words, Vicky thought he was really ill, he returned back, and as he took a few steps, the madman called him and shouted, "What are you waiting for, aye?" And the madman laughed, for he knew, he knew that he was no exception in the world full of Sane people.
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