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The Divine Footprint

The man had a striking appearance. He was tall, with a flowing beard and long hair. He wore spectacles but he was dressed rather shabbily with a bag slung over his shoulder. If he was slightly better groomed and wore a robe, he would probably resemble the Bard of Bengal.   As I sipped my morning tea, standing on my balcony, I could not help but notice him. More so, as he was standing still and staring at the ground for a long time. After some time, he knelt down at the spot where he was standing and kissed the ground. He then folded his hands, looked to the heavens and prayed. I sat upright now on my balcony ledge and gave him my full attention. The man’s mental stability was in question.  The man by now had finished his ritual and got his bag off his shoulder. He started walking and turned ninety degrees after every ten or fifteen feet. As if to define a rectangle of sorts. He did this three to four times. Finally he took out something from his bag and marked the corners of