No equality in this world (Timesquare and its neighbour)...2

I walked away from the groups of people and towards the café on the top floor of the shopping arcade by taking the elevator.  I took a seat by the window and ordered a cup of coffee.  Although I was enjoying the view and the coffee, at that time I was not feeling happy but upset.  A building with various tacky, old broken flats was situated right opposite to the shopping arcade.  There were cracks all over the flower pots on the window sills, and also cracks on the grey-dark walls of the building.  The paint on the wall had already peeled off for such a long time that one could never identify what the original colour of the paint was.  The pot-plants were half-dead while the window frames almost fell off.  An old man having a fan in his hand was standing by the windows and looking around aimlessly.  What I had discovered was that there were many holes in his vest.  Simple and crude was what I could think of when I looked at his flat. The vague reflection shown on the windows from the huge screen tended to make his flat more colourful rather then being dull and monotonous.  Such reflection was like dancing on the windows but no one seemed enjoy it. 

In the café, people kept laughing and chatting happily and none of them was   affected by the view outside.  I wondered whether they did not notice this or just ignore it and thought that “Oh! No big deal!” and “It is none of my business”.  I sincerely hope that the only thing which was getting cold was my coffee but not the hearts of people.