Rajik Sahib Model

🖤... Men in block. .. 🖤 Black, the color of dark; darkness, a heralding of the unknown. As the dusk fades into darkness, the world is slowly enveloped by night. An eagle flies across the setting sun.A single bat flits off into the horizon; a few crows still cawing away in the distance; the last of the sparrows flying off to their abodes in ones and twos; the sounds reduces to a steady hum. All sounds fade away into the gloomy silence, all colors replaced by a never-ending black. An old man threads his way slowly through the foggy, dimly lit streets of the city. White haired, stooping under the weight of his own body, he walks lost in his own thoughts, unaware of all that is happening around him. The stick in his hand and the whistle at his breast is the only indication that he is a chowkidar . People looking at him wonder why someone as ancient as him is given this task. But this thought does not worry him. He knows there is no threat to him or anybody else for that...