There Goes the Evil

"He is drunk", said the supposedly pious man leaving the mosque back towards home; pointing at the man who was lying on a street bench under a tree rich with dry autumn leaves. He was followed by another man saying the same about that cold senseless man on the bench. It has always stayed a human nature generally as well as specifically to stay judgemental at spectacular aspects of world and its happenings. An old beggar, who had witnessed this whole scenario, looked at him curiously as every passing person cursed, claiming him evil, Satan and drunk. It was a cold night and the old beggar had no coins to fill his starvation except a small blanket he carried with him and a half slice of bread. Scared of the drunk evil man he thought he might rob his blanket and the bread or perhaps he might hurt him as he is evil and being drunk would be out of  his senses too. As the streets cleared in silence, the man got up from the bench and walked towards the beggar, The poor old defenceless beggar lost the grounds under his feet along with the voice to cry out for help as he saw him thrusting his hands into his pockets to take out the knife. He closed his eyes rather than seeing his chest ripped from his shoulders.

As the foot steps stopped, nothing happened except the sound of the coins and a cash change dropped in his blanket. Shockingly opening his eyes, the old beggar was amazed to find the man neither drunk nor his shining face and the quiet stare of his eyes showed the horrors of an evil. As the man turned to walk away the poor old beggar stopped him and asked, "They said you are a drunk, evil, Satan, why would they say that"?

The man smiled and replied  ''I do get drunk some times, my fellow ! Yet they were just helping the evil ! A dark evil marketing his presence indebted within their souls''.

Dissipated, the old beggar blessed the man as he walked away down the street.