Subramaniyams continued

Today morning as I woke up and pulled the curtains to get a kiss of sunlight I saw Senior Subramaniyam standing on his window with a broom in his hand. Our windows are diagonally opposite to each other and though I cannot look into his room I can see the person standing at the window. "Must be a new way to greet the sun," I thought and smiled at the old man. He looked at me and as though reading my thoughts began cleaning his windowsill. Queer.
Later during the day, I had another encounter with him. I was standing for the elevator on the ground floor after I returned from my grocery shop after buying some goodies. I saw old Subramaniyam was already standing there. This time I did not smile as I was reminded of the broomy morning greetings. "Hello dear, my name is Subramaniyam. I am the secretary of this building," he said in a way as though the Subramaniyams were the be all and end all of this universe. I gave a meek smile in return which fail to impress him in any way. Either he felt sorry for the morning gesture or did not like my lack of interest at that point in time he turned away and fixed his eyes on the lift indicator.