he slowly put one foot down, and then the other, as he tried to get up from his bed. one could have heard his muscles and joints creak in pain, if they stood close-by.

he got up gingerly. almost as though he were preventing himself from losing balance. it took the man a full 2 minutes to get from his bed, to the rocking chair by the window. a distance of 15 meters. he let out a loud sigh as he allowed his raddled body to sink into the Swedish Gungstol. a six legged 18th century beauty. one that had been passed on from generation to generation in his family, right from his great, great grandfather's time.. sitting in his favourite chair, he looked down at the street below.. the back and forth motion of the rocking chair, causing him to catch glimpses of what was happening just below his window each time he came forward.