A constricting thought crossed my mind, of those who are trapped inside their own.

well, we all wish for those moments that change our minds and our perceptions, I have found my very own. We all have seen some of those movies where we have those 6 by 6 cells through which inmates are shown. I am not talking about a prison but a way more subtle place, a rehabilitation centre where one can find all these people (patients is a word equivalent to that of 'Voldemot' in Harry Potter) who are suffereing from certain psychotic or neurotic problems. Not all of them have depression, as that isn't even a psychotic disease. They suffer from way more complicated problems. I personaly met two such people, and of these, one changed my perception. This person had a life changing experience and it affected him adversely, very adversely. He had been tortured mentally and physically and even though he was an educated man, an engineer, he was now a shattered man. He was delusional, irritated and his eyes were just something different. It's often said that the eyes are the doorway to one's soul. Well his eyes were empty as if there was a crevasse only filled up with years of sadness. He had no friend, no family, no body to talk to. It took me about an hour to make him comfortable. He was just like a baby, apprehensive at first but then bursting with excitement to tell his story. I must have spent two to three hours with him just listening to his stories. It changed me as I felt a sense of calm,..I was helping somebody to let go. Half of the things he said were false, thought of within seconds, by picking up ideas from his surroundings I think. We talked of various things, I started a connect with him by talking about a common interest- movies. His knowledge of movies surpassed mine even though I watch several a month. I felt like a connection was building, a friendship, my apprehensions, fear, nervousness all evaporated. I saw a friend inside him, and the discussion started to flow but suddenly in the midst of our conversation, his name was called and he walked away not once looking back. Is that what happens to all of us in life?