An old house

When Ram Dev left his house and decided to live in the temples of god, he knew the path  won't be very satisfying. But the choice between living with his son whose family wasn't very happy to be around him and this,
the option was clear to him.
It wasn't like he had all the luxuries in his life before.
Ram Dev was born poor to a family of twelve people. He was forced to earn bread from a very young age and hence never went to school.
His youth was not very successful either. At their young marriage life, his wife betrayed him and Ram Dev was left with a son.
He raised, Munna, his child all by himself and was proud of his upbringing until he was asked to leave through silent gestures of Munna and his family.
Now, he lives in temples of Banras, where he gets some food as charity and water was available through the pond nearby.
His days were almost comfortable there.  With mind indulged in prayers.he used to forget his whereabouts and was able to get some peace.
But nights on the cold marble floors were terrible.and his old body would beg him to stay away from temples.
And Ram Dev was successful in finding a place for a comfortable night sleep.
It was an old house, abundant by the owners. The place was dusty and had a smell of stale bread but inside was warmer and there was no noise to disturb his sleep.
Hence, Ram Dev would sneak into the house through broken window and would sleep for the night.

It was another evening when Ram Dev left temple and started walking towards the house. His wobbly steps slowly walked towards the end of the street where the old building stood.
On his way he could hear people talking,  and unlike other days, their talk were about the house and how the rumours are that the villa is sold to a builder by the previous owner and it will be demolished by tomorrow noon. 
And with each step, Ram Dev felt weaker and weaker, the idea of the villa breaking down was not entertaining him. By the time he reached there, he was convinced that there is absolutely no way he will be able to get some sleep. This might be his last night in this house and he was sad about it.
He slowly entered inside through the window that  opens in the living room. It was a classic large wooden panel glass window, which allowed Ram Dev to get in easily. And it might be the last time, he was breaking in. And rather than worrying about his nights after the house,
He was sad to say goodbye to the place. It oddly comforted him. And also he was able to related with it. 

"Funny" he thought, the idea of relating himself with something non-living was little inauthentic.

But he was not wrong. The house was old like him and was left by its loved ones.
The old dusty smell of the place was reminding Ram Dev about his situation. And the worn out wallpapers and broken glasses on floor, were almost like the place, tell his worn out broken conditions.
And both of them had made peace with it. 
Ram Dev looked around for one last time. From tomorrow there will be no house,no stale smell and no comfortable sleeps for him. 
So he lay down on the empty floor, to get the very last sleep here. Hoping to embrace the comfort and love this place has provided, that's long enough for his lifetime.

Early in the morning when the workers gather around to inspect the place before starting to break it down. 
They found the lifeless body of an old man, lying on the floor.

-S. Ahmad.