Life............Behind the closed doors

I saw him going and kept watching until he disappeared from my sight. He was going with empty heart, holding an old folder in his hand, which often reminds me the days when we were student. What he said to me and what I often believed was two different things. Even in college days when we all were busy hanging out and flirting with girls, he was the only guy who never thought anything else except his studies.
We were always two different identities even sometime I often feel bad when he came along with me. But deep down somewhere I always believed that he is not a bad guy in fact his attitude often surprises me whenever we were discussing something and we asked for his suggestion he always gave us his well known so called philosophical lecture.
Perhaps this is something we often call life, we were amateur and perhaps he was the only guy among us who had seen the world more than we have ever seen.
One could easily spot him from a very far place, very thin guy with whitish complexion. He often wore formal clothes in fact he had only 4 sets of clothes as I often seen him like that. He had only one jean, which he bought when we pressurized him very much, the day we were planning to go to some hill station. Initially he denied going with us but that was our last semester in college and perhaps the last time when we were meeting. I still remember the moment how could we burst into laughter when he took out Rs.300 from his old iron trunk.
He never felt bad whenever we made any comment on him, he never had any grudge from anyone, I often tried to avoid him as he had no good clothes to wear, I never seen him having lunch or dinner lavishly. Having germinated gram in breakfast was his usual breakfast. Even in lunch I often saw him having Roti and choley. One day I got a chance to visit his home and oh my god! I was shocked how a person can dare to live in such a condition even in days of shivering winter night. He had only one quilt in which one may easily find that there were very few cotton and the worst thing was the mattress I suspect how one can manage to sleep on such a thick mattress in days of winter, on the name of pillow he had only pillow cover in which he stuffed his old dirty clothes.
When we were in college we often used to say someday or other you will get good job, good girl friend and what not. Even he was sure enough that everything will be fine once he will get the job.
One might say it’s a story but it was fact, it was life to someone. We might not be interested what other feels or what they do. Sometime we don’t concern about what we did we say or what would be the overcome because we all know somewhere or else our parents are there to help us. We never realize the value or the importance of anything until we have really gone through it.