Guard uncle

Rubbing a pinch of Tobacco in his palm, guard uncle says that both of his teeth are lost by chewing it. He says that he couldn't get rid of the fun of eating tobacco. It's his favorite pass time. He is a hard core tobacco lover. He has a small green box in which he safely store them along with lumps of lime. 

Having mixed sense of regrets, he opened his mouth and allowed me to take a picture of the fallen kingdoms. He leaned forward and says in a subtle calmness, "look". Thereafter he slided in the rubbed leaf masala and yeah, I can see that his face lightens with its taste!

Well, he is an occasional farmer too. He has some land that is under feud since someone built a commercial space around it and the free flow of water is kinda hampered. He doesn't know what to do about it.. Not at the moment. Wearing a blue uniform and a black hat, he keeps sittiing calmly over a shabby looking white chair.

Some days back, dealing with financial turmoil, he has been living at her daughter's place. He is not too happy about it.

Guard uncle comes to the duty everyday in the morning. Most days no one lurk around over the large backyard. It all depends upon the season and the market too. When it is high demand, there is good movement of vehicles in and out of the place. When the long day really feel like too long, he looks for human presence in the adjacent warehouse.

The horizon looked reddish by the evening. At 630PM, he paddles back to home. He lives nearby in one of the adjacent villages.

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