In a crowded street where there was no footpath as such, a lean, young chap of medium height was looking at every person who came across him. He seemed to be desperately in need of some help or looking for some one who went missing! At last he spotted the right person. He was a middle-aged person who was walking fast. The young man approached him and said, “Sir, Sir, Can I have your pen for a while?” The elderly chap took out a pen from his pocket rather reluctantly. The young man wasted no time. He almost snatched it and ran away. The elderly Person shouted “Hey, you stop there” but that strange fellow had already merged into the crowd. None in the crowd seemed to be in a helping mood, for they thought it was his head ache. (I too was watching the fun!). The elderly person just cursed that chap and moved on. Incidentally, I happened to see that elderly person near a petty shop where I had gone to buy certain routine items. He came there to buy a pen. The shop keeper asked him, “What happened to the one you bought a little while ago?” “One chap snatched it away…” Just when he was narrating the incident, the very same young chap came running and put the borrowed pen in the elderly man’s Pocket and moved on without saying “Sorry” or “Thanks”. Then he turned back and said, “Been to the Post office”.