One day they found him sitting in the corner of a room. He was weeping but there was a stare. His friends poked fun at him and made him the butt of ridicule. He did not seem to mind, his passion was to stare and at times glare.
One of his favourite past times was to sit on the steps of his house and simply look at the people. It was not a very good habit as people thought he was making fun of them. But he liked to do that and make a mockery of things. The first mockery was of course born with this stare. Soon, his parents gave up and asked him not to go to school. Why? he asked, why I should not go to school. I love to stare at the skies, the fields, my friends, it creates a whirlpool in my mind. They just laugh and thought he was stark raving mad.
One day, he was badly beaten up and mauled. He landed up in hospital. The boys who beat him up said he had a strange lewd look and his stare made them feel very uncomfortable. So they beat him up. Was that reason enough he thought as he stared at the ceiling. Give me some more time he said and I will stare at the world. He came out of hospital a few days later and now he was afraid of the dark, afraid of roaming in the streets, afraid that his stare would lead to beating him up. He was badly bruised in the mind.
In between all the stares he drew pictures of empty blots, empty spaces, an infinity staring at infinity. That was his philosophy. He started reading and stared at empty spaces in the books that he read. In fact, he questioned spaces and stared at these spaces. What were these he thought? What was the difference between zero and one? Was it a stare, a glare a look at infinitude?
Life gradually grew and he grew with his stares. His hair was bald, his looks more dream like. But the stare did not leave him. He looked at himself at the mirror. There was a crack somewhere. He stared at the crack.
As years went by his body wizened, shrivelled up. The body was like a comatose, the body was like the foetus all curled up. Death was beginning. The stare gradually embered. Then there was darkness.
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