Thinking out loud. (caption) *thinking out loud* 'When your legs don't work like they used to before...' I am half-humming and half-singing this soulful Ed Sheeran song just after coming out of this random ATM in the city. It is a sunday and the traffic is scarce here. Not many people can be seen. But one old man is very noticable. He is crossing the road in his slow motion world. I can see the packed daal-chawal in his hand. I don't know if he is divorced or something. As he reaches the middle of the road, I see a motor