Paper Plate

Today in the evening-
I went to the market.
The purpose is to have tea and chat with friends for a while,
I noticed after passing the school leaning on the broken corridor, spread both legs a madman sitting. He is muttering.
I did not find the reason, why he sits there.
I met a Sanatan Da in front of the market, waving hands and smiling faces from afar he explained that he was going somewhere.
I saw a jute bag in his hand.
On the way back after an hour, I stand in front of that corridor.
Even if the madman is sitting like that, the irritation completely disappears.
A line of calm appeared on his face in a surprising way.
He is not muttering like before. As if the sleepy eyes said someone has given peace to his heart.

Random questions began to swirl in my mind; where from he gets such peace?
I think about it.
"What is the happiness of the madman and what is his sorrow?"
Just then I noticed a jute bag and a used paper plate lying on the side.