Baffling Though Before Eyesight

the third floor of a six-storied building, silent room of three family members, father, mother and a son the son corporate job holder in this populous city, punctuality, sincerity, responsibility makes him busy in his daily job in the parent's room crystal eye-glasses on the tea table, Dainik Janakantha on the easy chair, cigarette ashtray full of burned ashes. on the tea table empty teacup, mother comes in this room for betel leaf though busy in the hassle for the lunch, well the charmed picture of the great leader hanging on the wall, the father of Bengali nations seeing silently all three-four footsteps ahead of the balcony the far around full with city drainage garbage with floating lichens and mosses, crows coming with crowing, dogs coming with barking, some wayward street child coming with an iron made thin stick to finding something for surviving best, on the small city garbage mound sometimes ambulance of unknown medical comes there and discharges some black polythene baggage, dogs and crows run to these as if competing for these mystifying baggage are there any palatable dishes for them? nobody knows without the wayward street child