Omlette and Namaskar

It has became a routine affair to have an omlette near shipra gate no 1, whenever I manage to reach home before 8:30 PM.
The cold wind that makes me feel so insignificant in three-wheeler ride back from sector 12-22 forces me to have something hot. and what can be better than an omlette on a cold night. I usually come walking down from red light on highway. I avoid taking rickshaw for such a short distance. I go for it when I am too late and the street lights are not up. The place where I have the omlette is a rod side cart, managed by a lady, who is accompanied by his son sometimes. His son works as a driver in DPS, Inmdiarpuram. She told me once that she asks her son to go home after work instead of being here helping her out. Neverthless, some times he do comes. The lady is a bit old maybe in her 50s. Besides her cart, there is another cart which sells tobbaco, gutkha, cigarettes n related stuff. That old man, in his 50s as well is courteous. He has started recognising me. Yesterday when I was about to move after eating, I heard "Namasakar sahab" . I turned back to see and there he was smiling. I was touched. I replied namaste and then smiled and moved. It touched me coz here I am, more secure, more well off than him yet I have caught myself in so many cobwebs that I fail to be happy and enjoy life of late.

I dont know what to do, what to say. I dont know whom I can trust on. I dont know whom all to say as friends. I have bad experiences and they dont seem to leave me alone. People have betrayed me as friends all due to their evil deeds and evil nature. They are so damn evil that they even manage to keep all others on their side. AN dthis leaves me all alone fending for my self.

All alone, will keep fending for myself