"What?" he asked back.
"This whole sweeping thing" I said.
"You mean this job of mine" he exclaimed.
"Yes, why are you doing it, you don't look well, why don't you stay back home?" I asked him crossly.
"Because there I don't and here I do" he said and smiled.
"Do what?" I asked again.
"I earn" he added with pride.
"So?" I added.
"It means hope"
So said the old man who cleans the park in the morning and swept me away.