Thursday, 14th November 2007. 2.33pm.
Roy sits, alone as usual, on the long table at the back of the canteen. He looks around the canteen, trying to see if there is anybody he knows. He snorts to himself dejectedly.
“Do I even know anyone, at all?” he mumbles quietly to himself.
Roy turns to his plate of fruits. He starts to eat carefully, making sure none of the fruits drop onto his well-ironed clothes. Wearing a dark green long sleeved shirt and neatly combed hair, Roy is a very well maintained person. He continues eating his fruits, observing the people around him intently.
Friday, 15th November 2007. 2.47pm.
Roy walks to his usual seat, at the back of the canteen. Today, he is wearing a black blazer and looking as neat as ever. He tries to make eye contact with the people at the other tables, but everyone ignores him. He sighs heavily as he sits down. He looks gloomy as he starts eating his fruits. He stares at the plate of the fruits. They are probably his sole comfort everyday.
Roy looks up, as three women passes by his table. He smiles at them. Yet none of them notices. It is as if he does not exist. Everyone in the canteen remain oblivious of his presence. Downcast, Roy continues eating his juicy fruits.
Monday, 16th November 2007. 2.14pm.
Roy watches a man and his daughter, sitting at the table across of him, intently. This while doing his daily routine of having fruits for lunch. He munches the small watermelon pieces with satisfaction.
“Be careful darling, its hot,” John says to his daughter as he feeds her a spoonful of the chicken rice.
His daughter blows at the rice before smiling at her father.
“That’s my girl,” smiles John proudly.
Roy watches with envy. A small piece dropped, missing his pants by inches. Roy looks irritated with himself. He doesn’t want to dirty his clean suit. He pushes his unfinished plate of fruits aside and stares at them. His expression changes to one full of concentration. He makes up his mind and gets up from his place and walks towards the father and child.
John hugs her daughter. She is his pride and joy. She smiles every single time he hugs her after he feeds her. As Roy approaches, John looks up.
“Don’t ever leave your daughter. I know what it feels like not having someone there for you. Look at me now, a nobody. A forlorn figure. I wished my dad showed the same love you have for your daughter,” Roy mutters with difficulty.
He tries to smile, but it looks more like he has trouble opening his mouth. Roy walks away miserably.
John looks at him, bewildered.