‘What a coincidence’… he thought; his temporary abode happened to be in the happiest place in the city.
Simon’s morning parcel had arrived: a few slices of bread wrapped in a piece of the daily newspaper. As he unwrapped his ‘breakfast’, the bold headline on the crumpled newspaper didn’t escape his eyes. It screamed of the same news as the announcement, that which had broken his sleep. Though only part of the article was left in the torn paper, it seemed that this conclusion had been drawn based on a survey conducted by an online home rental agency.
Being in the same area for months makes you familiar to residents who live in the area, most of whom don’t pay any attention to him. Hence, they would pass by, him lost in their conversation. Unwillingly and without any effort, some of those words would fall into his ears. When this occurs consistently over months with the same set of people, one starts to understand some of the things going on in their lives.
Like the Holmes couple, for example - both of whom were facing redundancy risk in their respective organisations- or the Smiths, who were going through a nasty divorce; or the young man Jamal, who was jobless like him despite having a university degree; or the old Martha, who had been living alone after her husband recently passed away. They were all happy and unhappy in their own ways. Simon wondered how such surveys were done - maybe they were talking about the big parks in the area where most people didn’t find time to walk every day; they walked busily past it, or the beautiful houses that people used to sleep in at night while spending their lives paying the mortgage or it may be about the riverside areas, a river whose water was becoming dearer by the day. Simon didn’t have much time to spend contemplating such matters - after all, he had more urgent matters to deal with.
But his health had been failing lately. He had developed a bad cough - maybe because of being constantly out in the cold. At times, he would cough incessantly for hours, spitting blood occasionally. He had somehow been holding on to a fading hope and his cardboard bed.
Last night was one of the harshest this winter. Temperatures had been sub-freezing. Simon was still asleep, covered from head to toe in this patchy blanket. The school kids left the bread pieces without waking him, as they did every day. The day went on as everyone walked busily past him without noticing him. It was past midday; Simon was still asleep. When the same school kids walked past him after the school day ended, they noticed that, unlike every day, the bread slices wrapped in newspaper were still untouched and Simon was still asleep. They didn’t know his name, but they were the only ones who noticed him. They went and alerted the policeman standing at the corner of the street. Emergency services arrived and tried to wake up Simon. But he lay unfazed, motionless.
They checked his pulse and his vitals. There was no sign of him being alive as they shifted his ‘frozen’ body onto the ambulance. A small crowd had gathered around him… Simon had never before gotten so much attention, and somebody from the crowd exclaimed, “Finally, he is in a happy place!”
Indeed…




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