It was almost midnight; Felix had been hung there for the past 4 hours. He can’t even see where he is. It is Felix’s first visit to his ancestor’s village somewhere in Andhra Pradesh. He was so tired and loneliness made him worse after his car broke down on the way to the village. There was no sign of not even single living creature in the surroundings.

The midnight dark was investing fear even in a young well built adult like Felix. After miles of walking Felix saw a dim light coming towards him. With anxiety, fear, tired and thirst, Felix waited for the light to reach him standing still. The light reached his face and Felix moved his hands to cover his face as the rays of light slightly hurt his eye sight. A voice came saying who you are. After seconds of his partial eye blind Felix say an old man in his 90’s standing before him holding a chimney. Felix explained him how he had a bad day with his car and wandering in the dark for hours unable to find help. The old man said Felix that he is living here for years and his name is Mahasudas Reddy. The old man reached his hands to Felix; he was holding is hand so tightly and walked forward. After some ten to fifteen steps the old man came near by a place and kept his chimney a rectangular cement block an told it’s not safe to travel in midnight and in about a another 4 hours it would dawn . He told Felix to sit down on the mud while the old man was sitting beside his chimney, it was the last word he heard from the old man, He was sitting still looking at the sky. Felix made himself comfortable by laying his back on the cement block where the old man had sited. His foot and knee was aching and his throat dried out and was swallowing the saliva. As time passed Felix was asleep with his mouth open of thirst and tiredness.

It was almost damn when he woke up; his head was still aching from inside trying very hard to figure out what happened last night. Bushes and large old trees was his first sight that morning, he could see them all over the surroundings. He somehow managed to stand with help of the block by resting his hands on the cement block to lift his weight. He was looking for the old man and could not find him. After turning around and around with his breadth going up and down his chest, He was looking for the way out that place. Getting ready to walk his out of the bushes he suddenly looked at the cement block beneath his foot and was struggling to read something written on it. By taking a closer look Felix read it as Mahasudas Reddy [1901-1962].