THE MAN IN BLACK
Beginning a new series of jottings, remembering faces one thought was a part of one’s daily habitat, immediate neighbourhood. Never got to know anything about them or ever spoke to any of them. And now they’re nowhere to be seen.
LOST IN LOCKDOWN #1: THE MAN IN THE BLACK
Remember the man in a tattered black round the year, a black jacket over black salwar kameez. With a rucksack on his back and two big polythene bags filled with his whatevers, no one knew of. He would walk around the markets, pick up leftover food and keep walking. He was a familiar face for most, one thought a part of the daily stock. And then late into the night, he would long stretches on the Outer Ring Road with his world in his hands & shoulders.
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vishwajyoti ghosh 
These are the people who live on the fringes of society. In our area, it used to be women. Many just don’t notice them. Invisible lives!