Mouth curled in a benign smile
Hair neatly combed to one side
Crisp, white cotton bush shirt
Starched, white brocaded dhoti
Clean-shaven, old-spiced, as usual
Listening to everyone
Waiting for them to finish
Not protesting one bit
Never inconvenienced by it all
At peace
Having looked for it
All his life
It had found him
At last
Pity, he was unmoved
In fact, he was dead
