I am with a friend, who is on the phone. I am staring out onto the street. This is the middle of a crowded Indian street.
Then I see this kid (slightly portly) - white shirt, red tie, grey trouser - walking back from the school possibly. He is alone. He is awkward.
As I stare at him, I realise that both his hands are moving in the air. He is playing the keyboard or the piano. He is walking, but his eyes are on his hands, and the imaginary piano he is playing.
I am mesmerised by this.
The world is magical due to individuals like him. Totally into his own game. There is also a lesson for each of us in this.
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